ajay124
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reading stuff like The Catcher in the Rye, Catch 22, Fountainhead, Zen and the Art of Motor Cycle Maintenance, etc were certainly significant signposts in ones literary journey...(what an adolescent would feel today about something like Sophie's World)...some of these paperbacks like Richard Bach's Jonathan Livingstone Seagull (and a contemporary allusion could be made to Who Moved My Cheese) made you squirm at your naivete, how you got suckered,even for a microsecond,into appreciating such dribble....
however for me the real opening of the literary floodgates was when i was exposed to non-english stuff by the likes of Kafka, Mann, Rilke,Dostoevsky, Kundera...(they from the remote coldness of Eastern Europe and Russia) and Borges,Marquez,Neruda,Paz (they from the 'warmth' of latin america..)..
and of course the great French novelists and poets(Proust, Gide, Verlaine, Baudelaire..)...
two figures stand out for the universality of their vision, their prescient appreciation of the human predicament...
Borges with his 'infinite mirrors' his artfully contrived pseudo-histories and fantasies written in quasi-scientific and quasi-academic styles ..
and that great humorist of life Kafka...
Kafka's stories and novels have the temporal and spatial dimension removed from them..the predicament of K in The Trial could be felt at any time, anywhere..the pathetic humor of Gregor Samsa-who having turned into a dung beetle, but is still worried about getting late for his job-holds out a true mirror for our modern predicaments...
today i am a bit removed from fiction...
as an dilettante i am making my forays into understanding the miracle of language and how that is acquired by humans (efficiently between the ages of 1 to 3)..interesting theories abound...from the transformational linguistics (there has to be a basic grammar of the universal language as opposed to that of a specific language..otherwise why would a chinese kid being raised in a bengali household learn the latter language, crudely speaking) of Chomsky, to the linguistic determinism of Wharf (people who speak different languages think differently) to the extreme nativism (people are born with whole concepts embedded in their consciousness) of Fodor to conceptual linguistics of Steven Pinker...it has indeed been a fascinating journey..
any way so much from the limited locus of my lucubration ...
Home Run Moktan!
Keep it up!
And I added a new word to my vocabulary,LUCUBRATIONS-intense study/meditation at night
" squirm at your naivete,how you got suckered,even for a microsecond,into appreciating such dribble...." Richard Bach,Dale Carnegie,Ayn Rand? when we were young,Paul Coehlo,Robin Sharma,Deepak Chopra,Jack Canfield for the current generation of 'knowledge seekers'
" Kafka,Mann,Rilke,Dostoevsky,Kundera...(they from the remote coldness of Eastern Europe and Russia) and Borges,Marquez,Neruda,Paz (they from the 'warmth' of latin america..)" Your analogy reminds me of one of my favorite poems by Heinrich Heine:
A solitary,lonely fir-tree
On a northern mountain side
Sleeps in a white blanket
Draped in snow and ice
It dreams of a palm-tree,
Which far in eastern lands,
Mourns all alone and silent,
Among the burning sands.
*Many years ago,I used to be very impressed with Milan Kundera,but if you delve a little deeper into Czech Lit,you discover the true 'natives'...Karel Capek,Ivan Klima,Bohumil Hrabal.Kundera,a grateful exile in France,seems like Rushdie,to be writing primarily for a West European/US audience.
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