"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Friday, January 21, 2011

Percolations


Usually, when I think of Salman Rushdie, I think of The Satanic Verses, and all the controversy that ensued because of the words he wrote, justified or not. Since then, I have shied away from Rushdie, being a little apprehensive to read anything that followed. My loss. I do, however, have one of his books somewhere in my library, but I don’t recall the name of it off the top of my head.

The other day as I was 'window' shopping, flipping through pages and pages of many books, I saw this one, and again I didn’t open it. Foolishly, I passed right over it. Then, a few words written in someone’s blog caught my attention….. and immediately, I meandered on over to Amazon to check it out. Hoping that this one would be one of those books that says: “Click, to look inside.” It was.



“But that’s just a story, said Luka faintly.
Just a story? echoed Nobodaddy in what sounded like genuine horror. Only a tale? My ears must be deceiving me. Surely, young whippersnapper, you can’t have made so foolish a remark. After all, you yourself are a Drip from the Ocean of Notions, a short Blurt from the Shah of Blah. You of all boys should know that Man is the Storytelling Animal, and that in stories are his identity, his meaning and his lifeblood. Do rats tell stories? Do porpoises have narrative purposes? Do elephants ele-phantasize? You know as well as I do that they do not. Man alone burns with books.”  [page 34]

Guess you don’t have to ask if this went in my cart…...
along with:

 < The Hangman’s Daughter………..historical thriller set in the 17th century where the murder of an orphan boy who has a mysterious tattoo gets the attention of the Hangman who decides to investigate.

and

Embers…….. “As darkness settles on a forgotten castle at the foot of the Carpathian mountains…..” the year is 1941 and the time of reckoning has finally arrived. Love, friendship, fidelity, betrayal, pride, and true nobility.

Not my usual cup of tea, but I just couldn't resist. >





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