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Big Dining Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Just finished a book. Breathe, a fourth installment of Riders of the Apocalypse series by Jackie Morse Kessler, who, Wikipedia just told me is an American author of fantasy young adult fiction books. This one was an interesting read. Riders of the Apocalypse (again, according to Wikipedia) were the four horsemen - white, red, black and pale riders symbolizing conquest, war, disease and death as per the book of Revelation in the Bible. In this fourth installment, Death becomes suicidal. Death needs to be saved. Because if Death dies, the world ends. Not knowing much about plot construction, I found it to be OK. The book doesn't delve deeply into the characters or their ideas. It worries more about the movement of events. Which is OK, I guess. Oh and balance. The Horsemen are responsible for maintaining a balance on earth. To stem the overflow and replenish the underflow of things - living and non. Loved that bit. Additionally, some lines are worth noting:
You people and your words, he said, rolling his eyes. You invest so much meaning into them.
Words have meaning, the boy said. That's the entire point of them.
Words mean exactly what the person hearing them wants them to mean. Apocalypse is just a word.
A word that means the end of the world!
It's a word, Xander. It doesn't cause the end of anything, except, perhaps, my patience.
The book delves into loneliness, mostly. Loneliness makes you dream of another reality where you are not so alone, where you have hope of a better tomorrow, so that the present life's harsh reality becomes bearable. Loneliness causes depression. It makes you suicidal. You grow cold and numb and lose hope and the will to live. The book deals with all that. It touches upon the Mobius strip - its a strip given a half twist and joining the ends together to form a loop. If two ants were to crawl on both sides of the strip, the only point of interaction for them would the the edge, the joining point of the loop (or maybe not even that). Death is considered to be the Mobius Strip. I did not understand why. Nincompoop.
Anyhoo, twas a good read, a good way to spend a holiday. A holy day for Indians apparently, as we were granted official freedom from the British today, 34 years ago. Other than that, I wore a skirt and ate a lot of junk food. Fat Ninja.
Big Dining Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Just finished a book. Breathe, a fourth installment of Riders of the Apocalypse series by Jackie Morse Kessler, who, Wikipedia just told me is an American author of fantasy young adult fiction books. This one was an interesting read. Riders of the Apocalypse (again, according to Wikipedia) were the four horsemen - white, red, black and pale riders symbolizing conquest, war, disease and death as per the book of Revelation in the Bible. In this fourth installment, Death becomes suicidal. Death needs to be saved. Because if Death dies, the world ends. Not knowing much about plot construction, I found it to be OK. The book doesn't delve deeply into the characters or their ideas. It worries more about the movement of events. Which is OK, I guess. Oh and balance. The Horsemen are responsible for maintaining a balance on earth. To stem the overflow and replenish the underflow of things - living and non. Loved that bit. Additionally, some lines are worth noting:
You people and your words, he said, rolling his eyes. You invest so much meaning into them.
Words have meaning, the boy said. That's the entire point of them.
Words mean exactly what the person hearing them wants them to mean. Apocalypse is just a word.
A word that means the end of the world!
It's a word, Xander. It doesn't cause the end of anything, except, perhaps, my patience.
The book delves into loneliness, mostly. Loneliness makes you dream of another reality where you are not so alone, where you have hope of a better tomorrow, so that the present life's harsh reality becomes bearable. Loneliness causes depression. It makes you suicidal. You grow cold and numb and lose hope and the will to live. The book deals with all that. It touches upon the Mobius strip - its a strip given a half twist and joining the ends together to form a loop. If two ants were to crawl on both sides of the strip, the only point of interaction for them would the the edge, the joining point of the loop (or maybe not even that). Death is considered to be the Mobius Strip. I did not understand why. Nincompoop.
Anyhoo, twas a good read, a good way to spend a holiday. A holy day for Indians apparently, as we were granted official freedom from the British today, 34 years ago. Other than that, I wore a skirt and ate a lot of junk food. Fat Ninja.
