The Lowland, Jhumpa Lahiri
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The difference was so extreme that he could not accommodate the two places together in his mind. In this enormous new country, there seemed to be nowhere for the cold to reside. There was nothing to link them, he was the sole link. Here life ceased to obstruct or assault him. Here was a place where humanity was not always pushing, rushing, running as if with a fire at its back.
Can't remember if this is about his already getting to America, but the feelings in it are just so clear. There were so many times when I wanted to highlight parts of the text (I read the kindle version) but I just couldn't find one specific point to start and stop. It's all good, but it's also all the same level of good.
She looked back at the set of footprints they had made in the damp sand. Unlike Udayan's steps from childhood, which endured in the courtyard in Tollygunge, theirs were already vanishing, washed clean by the encroaching tied.
This refers to the parents having poured cement in front of the house when the brothers were young, one of the brothers ran through the cement and the footprints are there even when the boys are grown. It reflects on the relationships very well too. The sand footprints are made by a couple who don't know if the relationship will last.
The house always to his regret was too far from the bay to hear the waves. But sometimes the wind was strong enough to approximate the roar of the sea as it blew inland. A violent power, insubstantial, rooted in nothingness. Threatening, as he lay ummoving under his blanket, to tear the rooms of the house from the foundation, to fell the trembling trees, to demolish the structure of his life.
Again, you just experience it, like you'd experience someone telling you what it's like to touch an ice-cold pipe in winter.
He felt his presence on earth being denied, even as he stood there. He was forbidden access; the past refused to admit him. It only reminded him that this arbitrary place where he'd landed and made his life, was not his. Like Bela, it had accepted him, while at the same time keeping a distance.
You might need to know a little of the story to get the full feeling of this one.
Gauri sat, perched on an armchair, in a room whose views had remained constant. But everything had changed, the decades collapsing but also asserting themselves. The result was an abyss that could not be crossed.
She was returning to her family after a LONG, self imposed absence.
https://www.librarything.com/review/110316909
Can't remember if this is about his already getting to America, but the feelings in it are just so clear. There were so many times when I wanted to highlight parts of the text (I read the kindle version) but I just couldn't find one specific point to start and stop. It's all good, but it's also all the same level of good.
She looked back at the set of footprints they had made in the damp sand. Unlike Udayan's steps from childhood, which endured in the courtyard in Tollygunge, theirs were already vanishing, washed clean by the encroaching tied.
This refers to the parents having poured cement in front of the house when the brothers were young, one of the brothers ran through the cement and the footprints are there even when the boys are grown. It reflects on the relationships very well too. The sand footprints are made by a couple who don't know if the relationship will last.
The house always to his regret was too far from the bay to hear the waves. But sometimes the wind was strong enough to approximate the roar of the sea as it blew inland. A violent power, insubstantial, rooted in nothingness. Threatening, as he lay ummoving under his blanket, to tear the rooms of the house from the foundation, to fell the trembling trees, to demolish the structure of his life.
Again, you just experience it, like you'd experience someone telling you what it's like to touch an ice-cold pipe in winter.
He felt his presence on earth being denied, even as he stood there. He was forbidden access; the past refused to admit him. It only reminded him that this arbitrary place where he'd landed and made his life, was not his. Like Bela, it had accepted him, while at the same time keeping a distance.
You might need to know a little of the story to get the full feeling of this one.
Gauri sat, perched on an armchair, in a room whose views had remained constant. But everything had changed, the decades collapsing but also asserting themselves. The result was an abyss that could not be crossed.
She was returning to her family after a LONG, self imposed absence.
https://www.librarything.com/review/110316909
