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** spoiler alert ** The different genres of the book are well blended together. You have crime, horror, thriller and psychology (which are already close in terms of their nature) and the book readily flows between them. The pacing is incredible, it’s actually a very engrossing book and the chapters are perfectly long. The action sequences are engaging as well (especially Hannibal’s escape).

The conversations between Clarice and Dr. Lecter are my favourite parts of the book. Two strong personalities trying to pry information from each other while also knowing very well what the other’s goal is. It’s entertaining watching them tiptoe around each other, stalking and prodding each other, testing each others’ limits, in very different senses.

I also particularly like the dynamics between different characters. Crawford and Clarice the troubled mentor and the determined student, Clarice and Dr Lecter the patient and the therapist. The side characters such as Barney the orderly, Clarice’s roommate and the driver Jeff, have small but meaningful and rememberable moments. They are unexpectedly sentimental.

The actual villain could have been a little more fleshed out (no pun intended). Hannibal takes over somewhat, which is expected due to his imposing character and personality. It seems like the book cannot decide its antagonist, or maybe it just does not want to.

A good psychological thriller, perhaps not quite as bone chilling as you’d expect. A great read nonetheless which keeps you guessing throughout.

Quotes-

“He knew that a middle-aged man can be so desperate for wisdom he may try to make some up, and how deadly that can be to a youngster who believes him”

** spoiler alert ** Man does not trust what he cannot see. Stormgren moves from a blindly trusting man to slowly becoming curious again- perhaps a sign of the basic human instinct returning. Ironically, it was a blind man who opened his eyes.

Stormgren is a fantastic name. It holds a lot of gravitas. Perhaps that is why everyone called him Rikki- that made the surname less scary. He felt very personable, was funny and also level headed. Perhaps all qualities you’d expect from the UN secreterary general, but made for a likable character nonetheless.

Still an interesting choice to make the Overlords look like the devil itself. I wonder why Clarke chose to do this? Coming back to this after finishing the book- I really liked Clarke’s explanation. As humans knew the end of their world was near, they indirectly associated the Overlords with causing it. And this image of the Overlords was passed through the sands of time, through the collective consciousness of humanity to the point where our ancestors had this ‘feeling’ that the devil, the one who brought forth the destruction of humanity itself was Satan/Karellen. It tied it very well with the entire stream of consciousness discussion in the last few chapters.

It was also interesting how Clarke expected creative art to decline after Earth became a utopia. His basis was since there is no adversity faced by humans- there was no artistic expression. I initially felt the opposite. Since humans had so much free time on their hands, they could then focus their energy towards creative output rather than figuring out how to put food on the table. But I suppose his reasoning makes more sense than mine. True art, real art, is the expression of human pain and suffering. When you feel very strongly about something, art is the most natural human instinct. We have been expressing ourselves since cave men. Does utopia result in regression of the human emotion?

It’s written like someone is describing a movie. Each scene is described just enough and the rest left to imagination. It is hard to strike the balance between overdescribing environments to the point that you become disconnected with the actual situation and just focusing on dialogue, a balance which Clarke manages well.

The ending was beautifully overwhelming. Childhood’s end? I understand it now. Jan’s helplessness and simultaneous awe at the situation mirrored my own emotions. The way he described the end of our species and our planet made me feel not sad, but weirdly proud, that humanity had ascended to another form, far better than its current one. The children, instead of carrying with them their parent’s ideologies and traits, left all that behind, becoming their own organism completely. I suppose you can never control what your child will turn out to be.

The book had some of the best characters and arcs I have ever read. Stormgren, George, Jean, Jan, Karellen, Rashaverak were extremely well fleshed out. No one overstayed their welcome. An excellent cast.

Poignant. 5/5

Quotes-

“Evil men could be destroyed, but nothing could be done with good men who were deluded”

“Suppose, in their altruistic passion for justice and order, they had determined to reform the world, but had not realized that they were destroying the soul of man?”

“But in this modern world the greatest thing is to have an ideal. Achieving it is considerably less important”

wow

Loved this book. The concept is absolutely amazing (although makes me think of the 3 body problem too). All the characters have extremely satisfying arcs and are extremely well written. An astronomer, a journalist, an archaeologist and a psychologist’s point of views gave several unique perspectives towards the same problem which I liked. The pacing from the whole discovery and build up to actual nightfall is great, and it never felt like a bore. The post apocalyptic part was a bit out of tune with the rest of the book, I suppose this was the additional chapters after the short story adaptation. It did paint a grim but very realistic picture of post nightfall environments and behaviors, and felt very grounded. All in all, a fascinating concept and discussion of the human mind.

One of the first books which has me laughing out loud. Amazing.

It has been a while since it was a pleasure to just read the book in a sense. It was just so so well written. Absolutely perfect. No sentence was too short, no description too long, no chapter a drag, no words written without purpose. After Kafka, I felt that perhaps these ‘classic’ titles weren’t for me. How wrong was I, and how happy am I to be proved wrong. Dostoevsky’s characters are fascinating, albeit a little hard to keep track of, his descriptions are succinct and above all his scenarios are laminar.

The book gives us immense insight into the Siberian prison system at its peak. It reads like a collection of several disjointed short stories detailing different aspects of the prison life. It humanizes the convicts and their actions, and we find that they are really not that different from the rest of us. They live the same way we do, create similar relationships and bonds like us, find joy in the little things. You relate to them at some level. As for the characters, I wouldn’t say all of them are likable, rather all of them are human with their own strengths and flaws. And they are all extremely well written and feel engaging.

Definitely one of my favourite classics. Oh and did I mention how well written it is?

Ah well, another classic dystopian book. To be honest, the ideas and concepts introduced at the start were somewhat scary but you couldn’t help but smile a melancholic smile, the one where you could relate and match it to the events happening in your generation. And I feel that is what makes this book so special, that no matter what age you are, you’d find yourself somewhat agreeing with Huxley about the state of the world and where it’s headed. That’s why it has held up so well even after all these years. The idea of industrializing the human body itself is terrifying and the book leads you down different trains of thought throughout.

As for the characters, Bernard Marx wasn’t a perfect person and I suppose that is what makes him human. At his core, he is just like any of us, lonely when alone but desperate for validation from society. Cursing society till you get something from it. John Savage reminded me of Ted Kaczynski (eerily, who was born 10 years after this book was published), a person hating the evolution- or rather devolution- of society and wanting to be one with nature and the soul itself. Huxley’s writing style was really easy to follow, and his descriptions were apt. Not once did I feel disconnected reading the book. I especially liked the jumping of perspectives with each paragraph in some scenes, it felt like I was watching a movie in my head. All in all, a really solid book, one which makes you think deeply long after you’ve put it down.

”Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery”

A heartwarming book which at times is overshadowed by the underlying religious themes.

A fairly unique take on Panchaali’s point of view, and to some extent, her role in the Mahabharat saga. I have to say, it is an extremely well written book- the storytelling is captivating and it flows well. The dialogues between characters as a whole, feel very real and very conversational- it was witty and sarcastic and never missed a beat. It felt like I was listening to my grandfather narrate an amalgam of old stories when I was a kid- always knowing the outcome of each story did not stop me from eagerly wanting him to complete it. Reading this book felt the same, and having Panchaali’s point of view stopped the epic from getting repetitive and kept it fresh. It is a good take but did I like Panchaali’s character arc? Not particularly.

I do appreciate the exploration of her and Karna’s love, but it feels like Divakaruni decided on this plot point in the beginning and couldn’t figure out how to advance it. There seems to be no progression in this cycle of ‘he loves me-he loves me not’. It does get a bit irritating and frankly boring towards the end, and makes it really hard to root for Panchaali who does not seem to have any sort of character development at all. I understand that everyone had their flaws, especially in the Mahabharat, but come on there has to be something more than rotating the entire book around a single plotline. Kunti was a more intriguing and a much much well written persona instead.

Reading the book felt a bit weird because of this, as it is so well written that you want to keep reading more but it becomes increasingly harder to root for the protagonist themselves. Overall, a good collection of individual stories but just a decent novel.

Jazz feels very all over the place, and I suppose it was written to be that way. To be like jazz- to be out of sync, unstructured, held together only be the sheer progression of music, or in this case, words. Before reading the book, I saw mentions of Toni Morrison’s ‘lyricism’. And I experienced it firsthand. Morrison has a way with words, with sentences, it almost feels like I am reading poetry which has been molded to fit into paragraphs and the conventional structure of a novel. It’s a joy (although very rarely a pain) to read and her ‘lyricism’ makes you keep wanting to read this somewhat straightforward novel in terms of the story. A plethora of metaphors and similes guide the sentences, and not once does it feel overdone or unnecessary.

At one point, I was a bit frustrated, as it seemed nothing was going nowhere and it was a little hard to follow whose point of view I was reading. It did require patience to understand what Morrison was doing, revealing subtle bits of information here and there, enough to keep me hooked. I felt like I needed to be more informed about jazz music in general, as after I finished the book, I looked up more about the structure, or rather lack of, in jazz. The disorganization was clear from the beginning, but learning that every soloist has their say while also following the same progression made a lot more sense when analyzing the characters, as the book jumped between each of them and gave every one of them their fair share of screen, or rather page time. It helped me connect a lot more with the characters, and understand why they performed the actions they did. It felt like I was genuinely inside their heads, processing their every thought.

The ending felt a bit rushed, and somehow not in tone with the rest of the book, a happy ending was just jammed into it. It was a good read and I think I should read it again in a few years time to appreciate it more.

An interesting discourse about human consciousness and what it really means to be conscious. The story flows really really well and there is absolutely no time to take a breather. The technical discussions sometimes get a bit convoluted and hard to follow, especially since most of the time they don’t seem to be making a lot of sense practically (but it is science fiction after all). I loved the ‘horror’ robox sequence towards the end, it was my favourite bit of storytelling in the book.

Overall, a decently written book which gets a bit twisted at times and has a few sparks of fascinating discussion about the human condition.

The book has its ups and downs. The concept is amazing, and actually terrifyingly well written in terms of the government and public response. However, I felt like I was reading a different book in the final third. The pacing felt wildly off, and some of the decisions just didn’t make sense considering the rest of the book. All in all, still a pretty decent book.

A great read. Love the anecdotes and the style in which it is written, although it does get a little monotonous by the end.

Weird. Just weird. (I think) I understood Kafka’s critiques/metaphors of society in general, but didn’t like his style of writing at all.

Epic. Beautifully written.

** spoiler alert ** Man helps AI without knowing its intentions. AI wins. Top top scifi book about the manipulation of humans by AI and vice versa. Likable characters (who have their own flaws) and very well described environments. Not one scene felt unnecessary although the ‘great reveal’ took a fair amount of time.

It does live up to the hype.

Good book. Expected to see a bit more of Hannibal than what was shown in the book, but I guess it adds up to the mystery surrounding him.

A gripping story, although the ending was a bit too ambiguous, even considering it was left up to the reader.