tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942606170098378450.post8265646796090757364..comments2023-07-06T06:51:12.332-06:00Comments on Brilliant title to go here: two totally different tales, connected by nothing more than sand and camelsTrishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14188765993829173059noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942606170098378450.post-53699387789401767892009-08-03T21:19:43.181-06:002009-08-03T21:19:43.181-06:00It's too bad you aren't going to make this...It's too bad you aren't going to make this book club - I'm interested to know your opinion on this one... I think it was a mistake for me to read it directly after "Midnight's Children", another Booker Prize winner by an Indian author, both loosely about a "coming of age". I know I'm biased, I love Salman Rushdie, but it felt kind of like reading Metro after the New York Times... maybe the info was still there, but the calibre of writing just didn't compare... As for the topic, I don't know, there was no real mystery or plot turns (he tells you in the beginning that he kills his master), and he seems to bludgeon you over the head (with a Johnnie Walker bottle?) at times with the inequity and injustice of life. And the rooster metaphor was interesting, but one good metaphor does not a Booker Prize winner make... or maybe I'm just being a grump again.erinnoreply@blogger.com