It is the second time I have read this short story. First time, it moved me to tears. Second time, it still hurts to read it. Haruki Murakami writes the most bizarre things most of the times and then he writes stories like The Seventh Man and Norwegian Wood which cut through all the crap and aim right where it hurts.
Into the wild. The tragic story of Christopher McCandless who went off to Alaska to never return. A couple of weeks ago, one of my friends started quoting the movie on Facebook quite frequently. A few months ago, I was asked by my friend to watch the movie. I remember starting it and switching it off for some reason. I think it just wasn’t the time to watch it or read it yet.
So when I did watch the movie, I was struck by a very different kind of melancholy. It may be stem from the fact that I could understand that boy although not agree with him. The need to push ones limits, look for some of truth, any sort of truth, to find some sense, literally some sense in what happens around us all the time, to know and understand that there is a power beyond us, call it nature, call it God, which is so much easier, so much purer, so much more beautiful than what we’ve seen in our entire lives put together – is a thought and a want that would haunt anyone of us, anyone of us who has dared to question self and the core reason of our existence.
The book illustrates so many more youngsters who have done the same thing. What connected them? What made Jon Krakauer feel so empathic towards a soul who is just cursed and misunderstood by so many people? It is probably the knowing that at an age, all we desire is the need to know is that the world is much more and much greater than us. That all that is wrong and will wrong in our lives is miniscule and probably irrelevant compared to it. May be it is the need to know that there is some that is still untarnished and untouched. Something that just….still remains pure.
For some of us, dealing with imperfections and moral defects in those around us is much more difficult. Our desire to make things perfect, overpowers our ability to be humane and compassionate. It becomes very easy to judge, forget that we too may make mistakes sometimes and sometimes imperfection is a sign of being human.
May be I connected with that boy, only because I know how difficult it is to see those who we hold to high moral standards err. To know that we lead and we will continue to lead an imperfect life. I just wish he would’ve realized that before he made fatal errors and returned to world to tell his tale instead of Jon Krakauer or Sean Penn having to do it.
There seems to be a steady pattern in what I have been reading in the last few days. Very emotional, very draining books that get finished faster than I’d like because I get too involved in them. I have read a lot this year. Doesn’t feel that way but I have. I never feel that I read a lot. I guess it may be because many of the books I read were close to a 1000pages. And the fact that most of these books happened to me only in the latter half of the year. Doesn’t matter. Fact is, they made me happy.
As this is the last month of the year, I am going to make a list of books that I have read. Hopefully, I wont forget any.
So here goes,
- The Immortals of Meluha
- The Secret of the Nagas
- How to lose my virginity and other dumb ideas (no judgment please)
- Paths of Glory (I think it was during this year only)
- A Game of Thrones
- A Clash of Kings
- A Storm of Swords – Steel and Snow
- A Storm of Swords – Blood and Gold
- A Feast for Crows
- A Dance with Dragons (half of this, as I quit half way)
- Fifty Shades of Grey
- Fifty Shades Darker
- Fifty Shades Freed
- One Day
- Nobody Can Love You More (currently reading)
And the year hasn’t ended yet.
I also attempted to read 1Q84, which I abandoned for the second time. I think that book doesn’t like me.
If this does prove anything, it isn’t that I read a lot or anything; it just proves that I spend too much money on books. None of these were borrowed. Except for Fifty Shades trilogy that I found online.
Books were the saving grace of the very bad year that has started to get better only towards its end. I loved all of the books mentioned in that lists. With an exception of one or two I think. If asked to pick one out of all of them, it will be Narcopolis. The Song of Fire and Ice series doesn’t count. It is a bloody saga. Deserve a whole post and different comparison scale altogether.
Here’s hoping the New Year is filled even more of such awesomeness.