When I Envied a Dead Man

Reading this book about a neurosurgeon with a remarkable mind and an English degree, his search for meaning in life and death, his family of doctors, their dinner parties, their pursuit of knowledge, and conversations about literature made me feel like I was reading about a more evolved species. If it were fiction, I would have scoffed at the author’s attempt to make their protagonist too well-rounded.

The God of Small Things – A Review

The book is weird, no doubt about it. It took a while for me to adjust to the writing style and see it as more than just an author showing off her skill with words. The writing is both solid and liquid, firmly rooting you to the setting but making the characters wet and slippery. It’s inventive and frustrating.

The Last Time I Write About Ponniyin Selvan

With both parts, I came out with mixed feelings. I sorted them by devouring reviews (the long eloquent kind and the Twitter kind), watching decoding videos, reading parts of the books, and talking to my friends. Then, I watched the movies again, only to like every bit of it.