A Succinct Folktale

It didn't take me long to finish this short and sweet novella, roughly three to four hours grabbed from here and there over two days. 

Don't run , my love by Easterine Kire is a short book, about 120 pages long, with a distinct folktale like flavor. The book describes the events that unfold in lives of two women Atuonuo, a young girl of marriageable age and her mother Visenuo, after a young, handsome man Kevi arrives offering them unsolicited help during the harvest season. 

Does Kevi manage to marry Atuonuo, does he get that maternal love from Visenuo he craved for from birth? Or are there some dark secrets hidden somewhere that push the lives of these two women into a state of emergency that they never thought of? Concise prose, beautifully written and densely packed because even ten pages of space carries lots of details. Also, we get a peek into the lives of farmers in a Naga village, know a bit of their traditions and practices, food and festivals by reading this book. 

A special reference to the section of the book between pages 30 - 70 because this is where through conversations between mother and daughter we get an insight into their life, also the tale catches up pace and energy. The conversations between elders in Atuonuo's family and her mother Visenuo strike complete familiarity.

There are no cons I see in the book, there is definitely some suspense but nothing like 'out of the box' climax. I guess it is more to do with Indian writing where most of the times, much like in movies, the endings are always happy. And if it is not happy, it is really not the end.

I will not call it a riveting read. However, surely a good read for its writing is highly meaningful and detailing perfectly appropriate in such limited space. 

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Riveting Read!

Daphne du Maurier's The Birds and other stories is the book in for review in this blog post. 

A set of six stories, the common feature they (all barring one) share is an element of thrill, some unknown information that keeps the reader hooked till the end. 

The book begins with Birds, my favorite in this collection. Set against the backdrop of World War II, the story describes how life changes for a simple family in a Cornish seaside town with the advent of winter when birds for very strange reasons turn highly aggressive, cause death and unleash large scale destruction. From an uneasy calm, to becoming increasingly eerie and unfolding into a full blown catastrophe at the end, the writer keeps you spellbound through the length of the story. The story is believed to be an allegory of the Blitz attack on London towards the end of World war II. 

Monte Verita - a good sized novelette, is another great story in this pack, lot of theology and philosophy packed into this one but the two subjects do not bring boredom to the reader. Beautifully written, reading this one is akin to rolling a long rectangular sheet of paper to let its shorter, opposite sides (quite like the start and end of the story) just touch each other. There are many wonderful lines that call for good introspection and below is one such example - 

"Religious teachers disagree when they try to show the difference between good and evil; what is a miracle to one becomes black magic to another. The good prophets have been stoned, but so have the witch doctors. Blasphemy in one age becomes holy utterance in the next, and this day's heresy is tomorrow's credo".

The Apple Tree is about a recently widowed man who cannot wait to settle into some peace and private space, after years of lull, spent with his over-laborious and ever complaining wife, Midge.They say that the usual fortune of a complaint is to excite more contempt than pity, so as the man talks distastefully about his dead wife through the length of the story; piles up hatred against an old, odd-looking, stooping apple tree in the yard, putting every effort to get rid of it, he only leaves a certain acerbity in us towards him. This is a story where the author does not hold the reader's attention tight. 

The Little Photographer carries the trend forward like its predecessor in the book of being unable to hold the readers' attention, a clearly predictable tale with a certain cinematic quality about it. A Marquise's life, laden with riches and comforts and yet her heart searches fervently for clandestine pleasures which gets her into real trouble in the end.Despite that banal plot, I loved the story for the way in which it is written, describing an illicit affair sans obscenity is quite next to impossible in contemporary writing. 

And quite like a turn of the tide, the last two stories pack a powerful punch in a brief space in this book. 

Kiss me again, Stranger is a thriller, highly intact right from start to end, a reader wanders in his/her head to many possible conclusions only to get bowled over by the author in the climax. 

The Old Man is a winner in the end, as brilliant as Birds. Now what does one say of a story where the central points are left in suspense to be revealed only in the last few lines, marvelous isn't it? 

There is an excellent foreword at the start of the book that highlights the differences between the world of writing books and making films based on them, between authors and movie directors, worth a read. 

Reading Daphne du Maurier occurred to me pretty late, but now that I started with this one, I am allured enough to read all her other works.