No one writes about death and grief like Yoshimoto does. Indeed her books are not for everyone, they make you uncomfortable and question the characters but after reading the 3rd book by her, a few things have been clear and I understand the characters. Some times they hit too close to home and it’s scary but it compels me to continue reading. Still trying to gather mu thoughts about the book and the characters. Hopefully I’ll add some more details.
This book is all I needed to realise that no matter how many languages I learn and how many books I read, Hindi is that one language, I’ll always come home to.
This book is not just a travelogue to me, it’s more that that. It’s about the people we cross our paths with in our daily lives, strangers to friends to back to strangers until we meet again, the stories each one of us hold, different yet so similar, really loved how the writer has spoken about the loneliness and how seen I feel, the concept of nothingness (if it exists). Not everyone is a fan of adventurous life and this book made me realise that I’m not the only one who wants a boring, slow and peaceful life. Maybe my definition of an adventurous life is different from most of the people in my generation. This book came to me on the right time, when I needed it the most and maybe I under myself a little better.
It was my first time witnessing Manav Kaul as a writer and not just an actor. Indeed he’s one of my favourite Indian authors now. Also, the beauty of languages is something I’ve always admired and reading this book makes me want to learn all of them.