That is the name of the book I read this past weekend. Fiction, for a change, and good one too, by an author I did not know anything about. Paul Auster is his name. It is about an author recovering from a major accident, with a career going nowhere (how many authors can claim it is going somewhere?) who runs into a mysterious Chinaman (a man, not a reverse googly) who sells mysterious Portuguese books at his book store, and starts off on a new novel. At some point, his life becomes entangled in some angst regarding his wife and forthcoming child (very understandable), and an older author friend of his, and his wayward son. Resolving this tangle is not an easy job, but the author has managed it with some deft twists of the plot, and a satisfying end. Might try his other books, as a result.
Also saw the movie Once Upon a Time in Mumbai, and liked two things-Ajay Devgan, and the dialogues. Also the short length, and the abrupt but good end.
Nagpur became a maximum city- maximum rain, leading to an airport closure this weekend too. Something unexpected, at least for me.
Also saw the movie Once Upon a Time in Mumbai, and liked two things-Ajay Devgan, and the dialogues. Also the short length, and the abrupt but good end.
Nagpur became a maximum city- maximum rain, leading to an airport closure this weekend too. Something unexpected, at least for me.
2 comments:
At first glance I thought it was about Larry Ellison's escapades.
Then I thought perhaps it was what Bernanke must feel the eve before the FOMC meeting where the feds (i.e. the nations top bankers) come and vacillate about how people are spending (or lack thereof) and what it means for the larger econ.
Anyway this is what happens when there is time to dwell on things!
Oracles are out of fashion, except the eight-legged variety (Octopus as in Football predictions)...don't know if Ellison is still in fashion..or the news.
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