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"I know nothing of this silence except that it lies outside the reach of my intelligence, beyond words - that is why this silence must win, must inevitably defeat me, because it is not a presence at all."
#theshadowlines #amitavgosh #indianlit
"I know nothing of this silence except that it lies outside the reach of my intelligence, beyond words - that is why this silence must win, must inevitably defeat me, because it is not a presence at all."
#theshadowlines #amitavgosh #indianlit
A novel I read in my late teens...it put a lot of issues into perspective, especially how the partition of India and Bangladesh affected people. It‘s a novel about freedom, memory, home, and history. My second favourite novel by Mr Ghosh. #anewchapter #shadow
#Gratitude30 Day 7: I have vagaries of #memories and an accidental crime committed in a forgotten riot in Dhaka all woven together in my review of our #SEAReaders #1001BookSwap book choice. Family is central in the narrative, as well as self-definition apart from one‘s country of birth, and a part of a much larger collective involving kin, countrymen, and the cumulative #memories of what constitutes identity. My Review: https://wp.me/pDlzr-ivv
Read it for the third time. And, yet, it feels new every single time. There is an unsaid anguish in this book over those artificial demarcations that divided boundaries of nations create, while people still struggle to gauge distance in words. Places don‘t just exist; they have to be imagined. Violence and silence, two grotesquely rhyming words, merely happen to be brushes that may paint such an imagination.
I highly recommend it.
@Smarkies this is So BEAUTIFUL! thank you so much 💗💖💗 for sending me this #quote ❣️
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The book has this effect of lingering over you. Making you see the pity of the world we live in. The book is about stories , things we remember and things our mind makes up to form our memories.The central character is a boy who remembers these stories told to him and now in his manhood he is trying to make sense of all the incidents that span between London, Bengal,the era of war, the people in the war and the generation after it.
There is something strikingly different about the quality of photographs of that time. It has nothing to do with age or colour, or the feel of paper. . . . In modern family photographs the camera pretends to circulate like a friend, clicking its shutters at those moments when its subjects have disarranged themselves to present to it those postures which they would like to think of as informal.