bookishwendy 's review for:

A Passage to India by E.M. Forster
5.0

Not what I expected. Better. The sequence at the Marabar Caves struck me as eerily similar to the hallucinatory [b:Picnic at Hanging Rock|34785405|Picnic at Hanging Rock|Joan Lindsay|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1546048425l/34785405._SY75_.jpg|1193116] (my favorite read from last year) -- what is it about wild, rocky terrain that inspires a kind of madness in us? The characters' actions may be hard to follow logically, but there's an emotional truthfulness that's hard for me to articulate. This story of culture clash starts off deceivingly small -- a chance meeting at a mosque, a polo practice, an awkward party. Then we board a train, an elephant, to view the caves, as if these progressively outlandish conveyances are the onramp to the central, most complicated clash of all. How have I not read Forster before now?