Reviews

Pirate Latitudes This is a book by Michael Crichton that was published posthumously. The book starts off with a glimpse of the colonial lifestyle sixteenth-century Jamaica. Soon enough, we are involved in the plotting of a “privateering” expedition. Now privateering is is pretty similar to pirating, except that it is sanctioned by the local governor. The planning part is classic Crichton and is reminiscent of The Great Train Robbery. From there on, however, the plot is predictable, barring sundry adventures on sea as well as land. On the whole, the book doesn’t rank among Crichton’s best.

In Which Annie Gives It Those Ones This movie is best known for Shahrukh Khan’s bit-part début. It seems to be inspired by Arundhati Roy’s experience in architecture school. Annie is actually a guy named Anand Grover. “Giving it those ones” is probably (90s?) Delhi college slang (see the Hinglish section at this page http://www.outlookindia.com/article.aspx?206041 – “But now giving it those ones is the thing”).  Annie hardly seems to be some spunky rebel, contrary to what the title may suggest. He has been stuck in the final year for four years, maintains a hen coop in his hostel room, and dreams of planting 120000 miles of fruit trees alongside the 60000 miles of train tracks across the country. The other students – unshaven, un-showered, in need of a haircut – reminded me of college life and the farce that out education system can sometimes be. The rest of the plot wasn’t all that interesting.

I do not come to you by chance

You’ve probably received one of those infamous Nigerian scam emails. These scamster are often referred to as 419ers after Section 419 of the Nigerian Criminal code. Interestingly, this is very similar to the Indian name for fraudsters – char sau bees(420). This might not be as coincidental as it appears because the penal code of both countries date back to British colonial rule. This raises the question – what is the extra crime punishable in India but not in Nigeria? 🙂

The book I do not come to you by chance chronicles the life of one such scammer – how an average Nigerian guy turns into a fraudster. The plot is not a work of art by any stretch of imagination. It reminded me of the Hindi movies from the 70s and 80s where the protagonist is forced into a life of crime by a cruel society which doesn’t value education and honesty.

It may only be good for light reading, but the one thing special about it is the glimpse it provides into Nigerian society. A lot of the details about Nigerian society struck me as very similar to Indian society, albeit an India of 20 years ago. A few examples:

The protagonist’s father insists that Nigeria is a “land of milk and honey” but it’s just that the “milk is in bottles and honey is in jars”. I have heard people expressing similar sentiments in India. Then there are things like the firm belief in education, value of respect over dirty money, grueling entrance exams and importance of influence over qualification in getting jobs. There is the wide disparity between the cities and the rural areas, between the rich and the poor, the pathetic conditions of public infrastructure, rich corrupt politicians etc. There is also the extra fondness for the english language which acts as a class divide which is again evident in the way people overindulge in newly acquired riches.

All in all, a good read and a reminder that cultures aren’t as different as we think they are.


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Miscellany

Most license plates here in Oregon are 3 numbers followed by 3 alphabets. I don’t know how these numbers are generated but they don’t seem to be you usual machine-generated random permutations. I have seen license plates ending in EAT, DRY or a bunch of other combinations that sound like common words or acronyms. The one that takes the cake, though, is eax (though not remarkable to who has never looked at x86 assembly code). The other day, I was driving and pointed out to my friend that the license plate of the car ahead us ended in eax. It took him a while to get the reference — by that time the car had turned right and we were at the next stop light and guess what the license plate of the car now ahead of us was – another eax!. Not only that, I glanced to the left and there was a car with a license plate ending in ebx! If only there was a mov in the leftmost lane 🙂

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I do not remember much from 1988. Except that one day in class we were pretty excited after writing that day’s date – 8/8/88. What I do remember is that the presidents of both India and Pakistan had names starting with the letter j/z – Jia-ul Haq and Jail Singh. While Gyani Jail Singh might or might not have represented all things good and beautiful, Jia-ul Haq certianly, even then, represented all things evil. After all, he was the president of Pakistan! I do remember his death then, in a plane crash, was much like the killing of Ravana. Good over evil.

I recently read a book called A case of exploding mangoes which takes a satirical and very funny take on the episode. The narrator is a Pakistani armyman and describes the incidents leading up to the plane crash in which killed Jia-ul haq and the American ambassador plus others.

Salaam Bombay

I watched Salaam Bombay a few months ago along with the DVD extras : the director’s commentary, the special featurettes and the director of photographer’s commentary.

To be honest, I found the movie a bit tedious after about half-way through – it felt like watching a documentary. Later, during Mira Nair’s commentary I found out why — she had only shot documentaries before she made this movie and they used real people and locations for the movie. At times, they incorporated real-life incidents because they were shooting on a limited budget and time.

The DVD extras talked about the lives of some of the child actors, who were actually street children. The makers of the movie established a centre for children called Salaam Balak. The child-actor who played Keeda was adopted by Sandy, the Director of Photography, and moved to America. It wasn’t the same fairy tale for the others. The protagonist, who won the Best Child Actor National Award, tried to carve a career as an actor but now works in Bangalore as a camera person; the girl Manju lives in Bombay and is into the bartan for kapda business. At least they didn’t end up hopeless and destitute.

A movie can be just two hours of entertainment, but Salaam Bombay not only showed the real lives of people but actually changed a lot of lives for the better.


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Terrorist – John Updike

John Updike’s Terrorist is a tale of the times that we live in. At first look, it is the story of the Ahmad – an inner city teenager who turns into a terrorist. The plot can be summed up in five pages, but what forms the meat of the book is Updike’s examination of the various characters that occupy this drama. On each occasion the characters are seen through the lens of the identity that they represent rather than their individuality. Somewhat paradoxically, Ahmad is radically different from most people that he shares his surroundings with, yet he is what he is due to the same surroundings.

Born to an absent Egyptian immigrant father and an irresponsible Irish American mother, Ahmad is another inner city kid with little direction in life. He latches on to his absent father’s identity – adopting his last name in favour of his mother’s and even his(?) Muslim faith. His world view seems to have been moulded by his Imam, whom he visits regularly for his religious lessons. He spurns a college education (“bad philosophy and bad literature”) and questions the “Western religion of freedom” :

“I see to walk the Straight Path,” Ahmad admits. “In this country, it is not easy. There are too many paths, too much selling of many useless things. They brag of freedom, but freedom to no purpose becomes a kind of prison.”

“She is a victim of the American religion of freedom, freedom above all, though freedom to do what and to what purpose is left up in the air.”

Updike clearly sees it as a culture clash – Us (the West) versus Them (cultures where terrorists might come from). Yet it is surprising how much the two sides agree on. Similar to the radical views on American freedom above, some of the “Us” voices have the following to say:

“Even out vaunted freedom is nothing much to be proud of, with the Commies out of the running; it just makes it easier for terrorists to move about, renting airplanes and vans and settings up Web sites.”

“If there’s anything wrong with this country — and I’m not saying there is, compared to any other, France and Norway included — is we have too many rights and not enough duties. Well, when the Arab League takes over the country, people’ll learn what duties are.”

Both sides have a pretty gloomy view of the world they live in. Jack Levy, Ahmad’s guidance counsellor, and his wife Beth yearn for the time gone by. Times that once had “loving parents innermost and a moralistic popular culture outermost, with lots of advice between.” but now “children who seem to have no flesh-and-blood parents”. On the other hand, the “Them” voices of Ahmad and his Imam see America as a materialistic, hedonist and Godless society whose total obsession with “this life” appears arrogant to them.

Another occasion when Updike makes an interesting comparison is when he talks about George Washington and the Revolutionary War:

“The was Georgie. He learned to take what came, to fight guerilla-style. …. He was the Ho Chi Minh of his day. We were like Hamas. We were Al-Qaida”

Ahmad’s paradoxical journey makes for a very interesting read. It is at the same time very bewildering – his faith, his absolute conviction. Yet the path he takes appears predictable, even natural.

I’ll wrap up with a passage from the book:

“All I’m saying is that kids like Ahmad need to have something they don’t get from society any more. Society doesn’t let them be innocent any more. The crazy Arabs are right — hedonism, nihilism, that’s all we offer. Listen to the lyrics of these rock and rap stars — just kids themselves, with smart agents. Kids have to make more decisions then they used to, because adults can’t tell them what to do. We don’t know what to do, we don’t have the answers we used to; we just futz along, trying not to think. Nobody accepts responsibility , so the kids, some of the kids, take it on. Even at a dump like Central High, where the demographics are stacked against the whole school population, you see it — this wish to do right, to be good, to sign up for something — the Army, the marching band, the gang, the choir, the student council, the Boy Scouts even”


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Writing

This is one of the criticisms about the recently deceased writer John Updike(about the book Terrorist from Wikipedia):

In the case of Ahmad, however, it is arguable that an American high school student, even one of Ahmad’s intelligence and principled views, would possess so sophisticated a grasp of the world and (English) language as Updike seeks to impute to him.

Well, if Updike was susceptible to such errors, we might have to cut the likes of Arvind Adiga and Vikas Swaroop some slack.

See also: “Terrorist – John Updike”


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Jurassic Park

I spotted an old copy of the novel Jurassic Park at a used-book sale. The cover proclaimed Soon to be made into a major motion picture!. I recently finished reading it. When I told a coworker that I was reading that book, I was met with a laugh. “Surely you’re joking! Who reads Jurassic Park!”

Usually when people talk of science fiction they mean authors like Asimov and Clarke.  Sci-fi is usually set in the far future, with time travel, space etc being the common themes. I never thought of Michael Crichton as a science fiction writer although now that I think of it there was definitely a lot of science and a lot of fiction in his works. Does science fiction have to have time travel or be set in the future?

As far as the movie is considered, I thought this was a case of very good adaptation. The movie remains faithful to the book (except some minor changes) and and the things that it leaves out are well suited in the book but would have been tedious in the movie. For example, the book is structured around chaos theory. The mathematician Ian Malcolm (played by Jeff Goldblum) studies the park and predicts that the island would eventually go out of control. The book is divided into “iterations” demonstrating how complex unpredictable structures emerge out of simple structures. There are some very interesting explanations about chaos theory, genome sequencing and even programming.

A situation in the book that I found really interesting was when they discover that the animals must be reproducing but they aren’t sure. The program that searches for the animals appears to report the correct number. Then they discover that the program stops when the number of animals it is searching for is reached. It assumes that only error condition is when there are missing animals and not extra animals  – it is a very believable bug.

Also quite interesting is the way the mathematician Malcolm deduces that the animals are breeding – the height distribution is a normal distribution and not a tri-modal distribution you would expect given that there are three batches produced at different times.

Lastly, Nedry, the programmer, played by “Newman” — His back story is that he was made to make changes late into the program and wasn’t being paid to do so – enough to make any programmer mad!


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Slumdog Millionaire versus Q&A

In my experience, movies based on books rarely live up to the promise of the book. But as I started reading Q&A by Vikas Swarup while comparing it to Slumdog Millionaire I found it hard to unequivocally decide which was better – the book or the movie. So I decided to do it the quantitative way!. I wanted to compare the two and assign points as I went along. Eventually I gave up because it turned into a no contest.

First of all we have the issue to of language/medium. I am okay with everyone talking in English because that is the language of the movie (and the book), but the movie is inconsistent with it’s usage of language. It is as if the director couldn’t make up his movie whether he wanted to use Hindi or not. In the book, this problem is not there but there is another, more serious, problem. The author dumps thoughts and experiences on the narrator that the narrator could not possibly have ever had. I don’t have the book with me right now and I read it a few weeks ago, so I do not have an example, but if you have read The White Tiger or A Fine Balance you would know what I am talking about.
Book: 0 Movie: 0

In the book, the show is called Who Will Win a Billion or W3B. The protagonist wins the jackpot before even the first episode is aired. The producers don’t have the revenue to afford a billion rupee prize until the first eight months. They offer the commissioner of police a cut of 10% (of what?) to prove the protagonist guilty. The police have a confession almost signed before a young female lawyer mysteriously appears and rescues our guy.

I thought that the book was more irreverent and cynical (a prize of a billion! the biggest prize ever!) and the producers have a more credible motive of denying the prize. Book wins.

The first question in the book concerns Armaan Ali (and not Amitabh Bachchan) who is the next big superstar in the tradition of Amitabh Bachchan or Shahrukh Khan. It is the hero’s friend (not brother Salim) who is a devoted fan of the film star, not the hero himself. The whole episode is quite silly in the book but handled pretty well in the movie. Movie wins this one.

In the book, the protagonist is abandoned at a church. He is adopted by a Christian family but his adopted mother runs away and his adopted father returns him to the church where he grows up without realizing the difference between father and Father. The church undergoes the danger of being attacked for “conversions” so the boy is renamed Ram Mohammed Thomas (after a brief debate over the merits of names Ram Thomas and Mohammed Thomas)

The movie turns him into a Muslim boy orphaned by rioting Hindus. More dramatic but I like the book version (even though the book character sounds like Anthony Gonsalves). Book wins.

At some point the stories in the movie and the book start to diverge. A point to note here is that, unlike the movie, in the book the order of the questions does not chronologically align with the incidents of the protagonists life. Thus, the narration jumps back and forth making you do the guesswork to fill the gaps between the different story fragments. I find is hard to understand why the director would throw out this interesting non-linear narration in favour of the straight line and predictable story line in the movie. Book wins again.

In the book I kept waiting for Latika to show up. There happens to be a girl on the train though who Thomas rescues from a dacoit but she is quickly forgotten. There is no mention of the three musketeers. Should the movie lose a point for being too lovey-dovey? Was Danny Boyle attempting a “Bollywood” take on the story here? Not so sure here.

Book: ? Movie: ?

Okay, so after a point, the book loses it completely. No point bothering with the scores because halfway through the story, the book becomes too *fantastic* using too many coincidences and doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. Given that the movie itself is fantasy-like, you have to imagine how worse the book would be.

Continue reading “Slumdog Millionaire versus Q&A”

Netherland

I recently read Netherland by Jospeh O’Neill. It is a great read and, at the same time, hard to categorize because it touches so many themes. One review (in New York Times) starts off comparing it to 9/11 novels; in another review it’s described as “an Indian novel” .

It is the story of a banker who moves with his family from London to New York where the couple begin to drift apart. The wife moves back to London leaving him alone to brood over his life. During this time he discovers cricket -the game he played as a child – being played by a bunch of  (mostly) West Indian and South Asian immigrants. He also meets a guy called Chuck Ramkissoon who is described by reviewers as a “Gatsby-like” figure.

The book is simultaneously funny, insightful, informative (unless you know a lot about birds of Trinidad etc), melancholic and overwhelming. Consider the following excerpts:

Even I had heard of Faruk, author of Wandering in the Light and other money-spinning multimedia mumbo jumbo about staving off death and disease by accepting our oneness with the cosmos.

“The Wild West”, Schulz said thoughtfully as he wandered off to absorb the view from atop a nearby boulder. I saw that each of my other companeros had likewise assumed a solitary station on the ridge, so that the four of us stood in a row and squinted into the desert like existentialist gunslingers. It was undoubtedly a moment of reckoning, a rare and altogether golden opportunity for a Milwaukeean or Hollander of conscience to consider certain awesome drifts of history or geology and philosophy, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one to feel lessened by the immensity of the undertaking and by the poverty of the associations one brought to bear on the instant, which in my case included recollections, for the first time in years, of Lucky Luke, the cartoon-strip cowboy who often rode among the buttes and drew a pistol faster than his own shadow. It briefly entranced me, that remembered seminal image, on the back cover of all the Lucky Luke books, of the yellow-shirted, white-hatted cowboy plugging a hole in the belly of his dark counterpart. To gun down one’s shadow … The exploit struck me, chewing mutton under the sun, as possessing a tantalizing metaphysical significance; and it isn’t an overstatement, I believe, to say that this train of thought, though of course inconclusive and soon reduced to nothing more than nostalgia for the adventure books of my childhood, offered me sanctuary: for where else, outside of reverie’s holy space, was I to find it? “

Sometimes when you read a book you wonder how much of it derives from the author’s own life experiences.

A few days ago, I was watching Charlie Rose interviewing a german author Bernhard Schlink (writer of The Reader). Schlink said that all novels are autobiographical, for, how can you write about that which you have not experienced.

In the novel Netherland, the narrator Hans has a lot in common with the author. E.g. the narrator grows up in Holland and lives in England before moving to New York city where, at some point, he stays at the Chelsea Hotel. The author’s prior job as a food reviewer and his review of C L R James’ book also make their way into the novel.

Now these are superficial details but it makes you wonder about some of the more personal life experiences – how much are they from the author’s own experiences or the people around him and how comfortable he or the people around him are with what goes into the book to be read by possibly millions of people.

ramblings mostly

I once read a book called The Shadow Lines. I was at home and it was lying near the bed. I don’t know who brought it there or when, but I was on vacation, so I read it. It’s the story of a kid who experiences a riot which affects his family and probably even his entire life. Later when he grows up, he realizes that the riot was largely overlooked by history even though he has always thought of it as a pretty significant event.

Later, earlier this year, I read another book called Above Average. I’d heard about it earlier, but I’d thought it was another one of those “campus” novels . I got to read it when my room-mate brought it back from his trip to India. This book also turned out to be very deep and moving. What is the connection between these two books other than the fact that I’d recommend it to you (and both are written by people named Amitabh but neither is spelled that way) ?

Amitabha Bagchi, who wrote Above Average also read The Shadow Lines and admits that the book influenced his writing In fact he pays a cheeky little homage to Amitav Ghosh, author of The Shadow Lines. Click on the picture below for more on that.
Above Average - Amitabha Bagchi
If the last few lines in the picture excites you, you would be delighted to know that the book was typeset using LaTeX.

Somebody said, in a totally different context, “I can’t define it, but I know it when I see it”. I don’t know how to describe a good book (or a good movie) but I know it when I read it (or watch it). I loved both of the above books and loved them. But I could hardly describe what I liked about them. I have a problem with that. I can never really describe what I felt when I was watching a movie or reading a book, but I certainly feel something. Most people express themselves after watching a movie by talking about it. People discuss it over dinner, on the way home, write about it on their blogs, or message boards on imdb etc. I, on the other hand, read. I read reviews, I read blogs, I read news articles, – I do all this till I find the articles I agree with, with views that strongly resonate with mine – even though, I don’t know till then that I held those views. Which is probably why I subscribe to more than 112 blogs and websites in my Google Reader account.

I watched the latest Batman movie on Friday evening with a friend. The movie was like any other movie of its genre and would probably have felt the same if it ended about an hour before it did. Around that point it became something else.

Maybe that is because I’d been reading about Heath Ledger and the fact that his death might have been related to the movie (he had been living alone in a hotel room to prepare for the role and he kept a diary to record the Joker’s thought . That is just difficult to imagine for me – I can’t keep a diary of my own thoughts).

The situations became more real to me. There is a scene where the Joker arrives at Harvey Dent’s fund raiser (We are tonight’s entertainment, he announces). Rachel comes out to confront him while Bruce Wayne takes Harvey to safety. You would normally expect characters in a movie to behave that way, but it was just so scary to imagine something like that if it were real. And later on, Batman has to make tough decisions – decisions which are for the better but they would make him less of a hero in the public eye (This kind of thing is not new, we’ve seen countless Hindi movies situations where the hero sacrifices his love so that the heroine remains happy!). But in this movie, these situations affected me differently. At the end, I described the movie as dark, depressing and complicated, but I would have to watch it again to understand the movie and my reaction to it. Of course, I was a little behind the plot also towards the end, but it isn’t just the plot that makes it better than other movies that I’ve seen. Or just the action scenes – the shots of batman soaring through Gotham skyline are great and the batbike (whatever it’s called) scenes were really cool. Or those little moments – the Joker’s magic trick, the You complete me dialogue, the coin scene, etc. There was something else in that movie that made me react to it the way I did.

There, I said nothing in 500 words or less.

Movies

Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna Unconvincing. If this movie had been made without the stars, I don’t think many people would have seen it. The characters aren’t quite convincing. I didn’t at all sympathize with either Rani Mukherjee’s or Shahrukh Khan’s character. A disappointment overall.

Khosla ka Ghosla Every once in a while such a movie comes and surprises you. I didn’t know much about the movie except the Kailash Kher Chak de Phatte song. The first half of the movie was a little gloomy showing the common man’s frustrations in India when it comes to corruption etc. But the second half was quite cool, funny and not gloomy. A must watch.

When a Stranger Calls
Boring. Dumb movie. Enough said.

Taxi no 9211
I knew this was loosely based on Changing Lanes but the story was well written. I expected it end when Nana Patekar and John Abraham sit down for a drink. But then, the director decided to put in a happy ending, malai maar ke.

Dhoom 2
Dump. Soporific. I went to sleep after half an hour.

Talladega Nights
 There is a fine line between funny and stupid. This movie hops and skips across this line.

Ahista Ahista
How can they make a movie without anything in it. Boring. Abhay Deol’s monotone was offset by an interesting story in Socha na Tha. Doesn’t quite work here.

Parinda 
I had seen bits and pieces of this movie on TV earlier. A well-made but very dark movie.

Woh Lamhe
The second Mahesh Bhat-Parveen Babi based movie. Average. Google tells me that Shiney Ahuja studied in SXD for 2 years. I wonder which batch.

Angrez
A stupid NRI movie. Some scenes of the two rival gangs were funny.

Crank
A weird movie. Probably the first to use Google Earth! I wonder how I sat through the movie.

Bas Ek Pal
As my roommate puts it, a very unorthodox movie. A simple story to begin with, but manages to interconnect all characters.While watching the movie I was hoping that it was an original, but it turns out to be a copy of a Spanish movie Carne trémula

Dor

I saw Dor yesterday.

It is the story of two women – one in Himachal Pradesh and the other in Rajasthan – whom fate binds in a Dor. Their lives are similar ye unconnected – until, by a twist of fate, Zeenat (played by Gul Panag starts out for Rajasthan to look for Meera, armed only of a photo of their husbands together.

The story could be summarized in a couple of lines, but it is interesting to note how it unfolds – but don’t expect anything dramatic.

Cast :
Gul Panag – Suits well in the role. Good work.
Ayesha Takia – Not convincing at all in the role of a Rajasthani woman. But then she’s Ayesha Takia 🙂
Nagesh Kukunoor – Plays a cameo. Unconvincing.
Shreyas Talpade – Though his character has only a small role to play as far as the story is concerned, he steals the show. Amazing performance.