Yet another weekend update…
Saw Gangster, mistook a series of cemetries for a beautiful park, walked around the Richmond town park, bought books by the dozen from Landmark and Blossoms, watched Roxanne again, had chili parotha for the first time in God knows how many years, read Kite Runner, and so on. In short, another nice, long weekend.
Kite Runner is a moving book, but in some ways a disappointing one too. The reviews of the book I had read had praised the book no end, and it had been in my list of must-reads for a few months. Finally picked up a copy from Blossoms on Saturday. I seem to have recovered my habit of finishing books in a few days. Except the ones I read on the way to work, most other books I seem to complete in 2-3 days time these days. That’s not such a good thing I suppose, but anyway. But, getting back to Kite Runner, it was very engrossing. Well written too, but the plot was far too filmy. Almost as if it was written with one eye on someone making it into a movie later (I wonder if a movie is being made?). That it is an Afghan story and it is written in a semi-autobiographical voice makes the coincidences and the contrivances more believable. But as a work of fiction, I didn’t find it all that great really.
Where it works is in bringing alive the taste and sensibilities of a country, a culture, a way of life, lost, maybe forever, to civil war. How can one not be saddened by the destruction, the massacres. One reads so much today about the monstrosity of fundamentalism (religious or otherwise) in Afghanistan today, that it is easy to forget that it was not like that always. That, for all its faults, it was still a happy place, a place where children flew kites.
I only wish the plot had not been as contrived and bollywoodish as it turned out.