I finally got my grubby paws on a copy of Mosin Hamind’s latest book, “Reluctant fundamentalist” – which I have blogged about too many times without reading. A used book bought for cash – “lent” to me by a visiting friend from over the sea. Another Singapore to Colombo read. I picked up the book instinctively when I saw the cover. Read through most of the first chapter standing. Until it was a politely suggested I take it home.
So now I’m in the delightful dilemma about trying to read it without crashing through it too fast. The first person narrative is skilful without becoming physically exhausting like Italo Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler. The story doesn’t lazy about. Things are always galloping forward and you feel lucky to hang on to the saddle. It paints a very different world from that of Moth Smoke the author’s first masterpiece. Its a world that’s not as easy to understand. But intriguing none the less.
That’s about all I am going to say for now. As I read through the book trying not to finish it too fast. I case you haven’t realised by now, this isn’t a review 🙂 But I am happy to get my paws on this book – enough to break my rhythm of not posting on a crazy Tuesday.
I have to keep this short as Mr. C is trying her hand at some hard core baking – involving a lot of eggs, flour and the oven. This post has already been interrupted many times by smoke and other kitchen dramas. Thankfully the fire brigade has not been hassled. Hopefully I get to have my cake and eat it too.