Saturday, 29 March 2025

Poonachi - Book Review 2.0

I feel compelled to write a second and longer review for Poonachi, now that I have had time to marinate my thoughts. 


This review contains spoilers:


The many original, unadulterated Tamil names Perumal Murugan has used in this book, brought up a very special joy in me. A familiarity, a sense of attachment to my roots along with a unique attraction to the story, because of how much I love the Tamil language. I feel a strong connection to Tamil as an entity, beyond just a language. It is it's people, the Dravidian culture, our food, our clothing, our mannerisms, our dialects, it is a way of life. It separates us distinctly from non-Tamil speakers because there are some parts of being a Tamilian that cannot be translated. It is very contextual, like any other culture is. The people who grow up in a place, who live and breathe that culture, who eat cook and love in a language will always know some things about it that cannot be taught or explained to an outsider. Not because we're not willing to share, but because those things are meant to be experienced, you learn and you become a people by naturalization. Some of those names starting from Poonachi, to Poovan, Semmi, Uzhumban, Oothan, Kaduvayan are names I haven't heard in a very very long time, not since my grandmother passed away. She used to share stories of her growing up years and names like these would pop up, shining light on a rural Tamilnadu that I didn't really know or belong to. 


 Growing up, my parents would take us to our native place-our villages to our kuladeivam temples. We still go there atleast once a year, and we combine the temple trip with visiting relatives. These men and women are mostly farmers, workers, small plantation owners, simple, hearty, generous and true people of the soil. I've seen their dry skin, their bare feet, cracked heels and calloused palms. I've seen them scale the arid lands and wet fields with equal ease. They are one with the earth in a way I could never be. They always shower us with gifts of vegetables, crops, groundnuts, pulses and coconuts when we go, even when we have the means to buy these things easily in Chennai. Even when they have so little themselves. They insist on us taking home the organic produce, which truly no city's supermarket can compete with. This book made me think of all those people, made me extremely grateful to have known and experienced all of that growing up. It made the story that much more relatable and real to me. 


 The old woman in the story, called fondly as Ayah, feels Poonachi is her daughter and nurtures her so. She plays with her, feeds her, let's her stick around her all day like one would their child. She is deeply attached to Poonachi and the motherless Poonachi survives because of her caretaking. As she grows older, Poonachi grows a mind of her own. Time and now, you'll see the old woman bicker or Poonachi wanting to break free from the suffocating love of the old woman. Poonachi wants to act like a grown up and the old woman would laugh because for her Poonachi would always remain a baby. She takes care of her when no one does, and she understands her even though they cannot communicate with each other. They are truly like mother and daughter, they cannot understand eachother fully well, but they love eachother, sometimes hate eachother and can't survive without one another. This struggle stood out to me and made me appreciate Perumal Murugan's nuanced writing allowing the reader to empathize with a female goat's mixed feelings about her mother figure. 


The story also touches upon the complexity of ownership and domestication. When you own animals, you love and care for them as your own children. You feed them, bathe them, protect them and it sometimes feels like they're better off domesticated because they're well taken care of. But are they really better off? Animals are sentient beings with thoughts and feelings and emotions. Perumal Murugan takes you through a variety of them. You're privy to their conversations, their joy, their sorrow and it makes it unmistakeably wrong in the reader's mind for the old man and woman to claim ownership over these animals and do as they please with them and their kids. When Poovan is sacrificed, when Uzhumban is cut down, when Semmi is sold, when the nanny goat is separated from her kids, you find the justifications harder and harder to stomach. I could understand their predicament. This is the way of life in the villages. They grow these animals to serve them. It hurts the people too to watch their animals-members of their family-being taken away but there is no judgement served to one another because they do what needs to be done for survival. This is the fickle nature of life and one cannot fully blame anyone. 


I thought the stark difference between men and women in their empathy and practicality was written so beautifully by Perumal Murugan. The scenes where the old man leaves behind Poonachi when she gets lost in the forest while the old woman wails and calls for her all night. The way the old man accepts his fate when Uzhumban is accidentally killed but the old woman wouldn't stop crying, lamenting and refuses to touch his meat. When they're struggling to feed themselves during the famine, the old woman still saves a portion of the flour to make gruel for pregnant Poonachi while her husband hates his wife who saves for the goat, plots to sell her for meat as they're starving themselves. Even then no person feels entirely evil because the old man is the one who treats Poonachi as God's gift when he first brings her home. He would call her good luck when she brought them money with her litter. He carried her to the grazing fields when his wife thought she was too weak. He never forgets how he was handed this little goat in a mysterious and special way. 


Throughout this book, I forgot that I was a Chief Officer onboard an oil tanker somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean. I was transported, I was a little village girl, a spectator, a wallflower, a mangohill leaf, an old tree, a speck of dust in the front yard where Poonachi grows up. I was there with them the whole time. It made me wish I could go to CMBT, catch a mofussil bus to rural Tamilnadu, to the land of Asuras, to actually go see those villages, visit those houses and walk those lands where Poonachi and her owners lived. 


To say I enjoyed reading this book would be extremely reductive of the whirlpool of emotions this book stirred in me. I know this is fiction and that Poonachi and the old woman were not real but it is so close to the truth, the story is so real that there must be thousands of women in Tamilnadu growing thousands of Poonachis (goats and daughters) in their care, that devastation never really eased up for me. But this is a grief I would love to carry with me. I wished I could share this experience with my friends who I know would appreciate this book. I wish reading was an activity that can be done together like watching a movie. Where we could pause and discuss after particular moments in the book and share our thoughts. Where we can sit in silences together sometimes when we feel heavy and cry tears when we're happy. 


- 29 March 2025

Poonachi - Book Review

I've just finished reading Poonachi and I'm unable to go back to my life and do normal things again. This book has affected me in a profound way, twisted my insides and made it impossible for me to ignore so many things. The story of Poonachi the black goat and the unmistakeable connection I felt to her as a female in her suffering, the brilliance of Perumal Murugan's writing and the way he's able to layer so many things into such a simple story spanning only 130 pages, the fact that the author managed to make you care so much about the feelings and emotions of animals, I could go on and on. I carried my book everywhere with me and read through meals and karaoke hours, I was so into it. Sometimes it got so heavy on the heart, it made me feel things and I had to slow down, set it aside. Inexplicably within a few minutes I'd reach out to the book again and want to be buried in her pages. It is the first time in a long time that I've woken up and opened a book straight away from bed, before checking my phone for messages because I couldn't stop thinking about the book even when I was resting. 

Perumal Murugan's writing is at such a different level, it makes me feel bad for neglecting Tamil authors and wonder how much I'm missing out on. He's among the top 5 authors I've ever read and he definitely deserves more limelight on the world's stage. 

Poonachi amma, you will forever live inside me.

Saturday, 22 March 2025

Letter to my daughter - Book Review

I had a certain expectation out of this book because it comes with an author who is famous for her style of writing and is accepted world wide as one of the greats. If I had met her or heard her speak, I may have judged her differently because I'm a big fan of strong women, but sadly her writing did not touch me at all. It felt overrated, egoistic and very know-it-all. I stopped myself and wondered if I'm hating on her style because she's abnoxious, bold and proud in a way, women usually aren't. We don't want to come across as "full of ourselves". But no, I'd have hated her more if she was a man. I kept rolling my eyes and sighing every now and then while reading this book and I'm glad I picked something small to start with. I do appreciate that her ideas and rage may have been revolutionary at a different time. I might try again with her most famous book- her autobiography although my hopes are low. As much as I love memoirs and the chance to ruffle through a great mind and seeing how I relate to them, Maya Angelou was just not my cup of tea. 

Saturday, 18 January 2025

Being Mortal - Book Review

After buying and looking at it for years, I finally picked this one up during a Christmas readathon. I haven't read a physical book in a while so remembering what that was like, turning pages, the familiar ache from holding the book in the same hand for too long, using a bookmark...ah..was definitely very satisfying!! 


'Being Mortal' is about end-of-life care. Through the first 100 pages I kept missing the point- I kept thinking what was there to think so much about helping someone who was ill? You keep trying your best with treatments until they get better. Right? Except that mentality is what the author (a surgeon) has debated and very beautifully so. Where one might draw the line as to when to push and when to step back. And who decides and how? It made me stop and reflect at many points throughout the book, made me think about what I might do in so-and-so situation? Any book about medicine and the processes of the human body automatically has my vote. I'm extremely curious like that. Plus this book is very well written keeping one engaged and flipping through the pages quickly.

30 December 2024

Wednesday, 15 January 2025

The Dutch House - Book Review

An audiobook narrated by Tom Hanks? Sign me up! If you told me Tom Hanks was reading the economics section of the newspaper, I'd pull up a chair and fight for front seat. Nothing the man ever does could bore me or not bring stars to my eyes! I listened to this audiobook the whole time, playing it out like a movie in my mind, with Tom Hanks ofcourse, as the lead. I am forever in love with him and because of this, I cannot tell you if I truly loved the book or if I just love Tom Hanks a little too much.

'The Dutch House by Ann Patchett' is a story of a family and a house. It is well written, keeping the reader interested in the long, transcending story which in some ways also stood still in time, urging one to come back to the book every chance you get because the grand house, the siblings, the people who work for them/with them, their stories everything engulfs you. The novel primarily revolves around Maeve and Danny Conroys, or as in my version Tom Hanks (playing Danny Conroy) with intermittent appearances from others. The house is its own lead character in the story always there, forever lingering in all the conversations and quietly playing the backdrop throughout the book. It was a long but mostly light read, which I think hit the right spot for me. I fully loved Maeve Conroy and found myself agreeing with Danny on everything. Some lines in the book made me hit pause and rewind just so I could re-listen and absorb the beautiful writing. Great read!

Friday, 10 January 2025

Welcome to the Hyunam-dong Bookshop - Book Review

A very light and heartening read that I began with little to no expectations. This is my second book by a South Korean author. I have been intentionally trying to expand my horizon since the last few years by trying to read more books from different parts of the world. Cultural differences fascinate me, it's one of the most important reasons why I travel and have so much curiosity when I meet new people. Ask my shipmates and they'll tell you about my incessant questions about their lives in their countries. I want to be a sponge, absorb all the world's diversity and it's similarity. Perhaps this is why I love reading books so much. Books are gateways, portals that secretly transport you to a place and back, with only words. You get to learn so much about someone imaginary living so far away, about how they like their coffee or how they perceive their wins and losses and more, without ever moving an inch.

'Welcome to the Hyunam-dong Bookshop' brings you a simple story with simple characters who have simple lives. Sometimes as in life, complex problems show up in the book every now and then but even those are dealt by the author with a light hand, never coating anything with too much heaviness. The book touched upon so many interesting topics within the realm of its characters and the space of the bookshop, a coffee roasters office and Yeonju's home- Yet no problem overwhelmed me or made me too sad or anxious. Even in those moments there was always an undercurrent of hope. This book is filled with a sense of community and an encouraging nudge to just focus in the moment and slowly keep moving forward even when things feel dire. 

I grew fond of the characters and found myself rooting for them. I felt like I was part of the ensemble most of the times, sitting at the Hyunam-dong bookshop watching things unfold. It made me yearn for such a warm, friendly independent bookshop in my area. A place where everyone loves books, there's excellent coffee available, bestsellers are not the main gimmick and you can meet like-minded people. Like every book lover, I've spent time wondering what it might be like to own a bookshop and envelope myself in books, to own a business where owners' profits are not the priority but meeting book lovers and making books accessible and interesting to everyone is. This book gave me a glimpse into that life and now I only want it more. 

Saturday, 4 January 2025

Friends, Lovers and the Big Terrible Thing - Book Review

Picking up the Matthew Perry memoir was a no-brainer for me, for 2 reasons:
1. Chandler Bing was my favourite character on FRIENDS. I was like any other FRIENDS fan greedy for more tidbits and BTS stories about his character, the other leads and the show in general.
2. I had a curiosity about Matthew Perry, the man behind the Chandler mask, in particular I wanted to try and understand his addictions.

I've read a couple of lifestories, biographies, memoirs, the genre and from what I've seen, even in an autobiography, the authors tend to present to you only the best versions of themselves. The most perfect version of themselves so you'd get to know them and their lives with fondness. I imagine I would do the same thing, when we are nostalgic we paint our favourite memories with a rose tint. But this book took me by surprise. Matthew Perry (MP) has laid out his life and thoughts, bared himself like nothing else I've ever seen. Listening to this audiobook was like having access to somebody's secret self, their inner monologue. Atleast in my case that's where I'm most honest, THIS honest. It felt like he held back no parts of himself under the veil of privacy and that took me by surprise. It made me feel a tad nervous and strange. I wondered, "Is this much honesty allowed?"

I love listening to audiobooks narrated by the authors themselves. I feel then I get to read/hear the book in the exact same tone it was intended by them. When I started this book, I winced a little because MP at 50+ years old did not sound like the young and timeless Chandler Bing at all. His speech was slurred and it took me a little to get used to older, sicker MP's voice. It quickly grew on me though and soon felt warm and friendly, like listening to someone I knew closely. 

The first half of the book had me hooked. I was pulled into it like a magnet to iron. I was only one chapter in and I already thought it was among the best books I've ever read. I got through the first half of the book in one sitting. I haven't quite done that in a long long time. The only reason I stopped even then was because I wanted to slow this experience down, stretch it out and make it last. It was the first time looking at the "time left" on my audiobook made me visibly sad because I didn't want this audiobook to end at all. 

His writing is poetic, funny, witty, honest, had a beautiful sense of direction (in the beginning) which made the story telling excellent. How could one write so well? How can one be so unpretentious, funny, detached yet completely present, sincere and real about their deepest feelings and regrets, even their most painful memories?

As the title says this book is about the show FRIENDS, his friends, his lovers and the big terrible thing- his addictions. I got a very detailed insight into his addictions to drugs, alcohol and nicotine. I found myself clutching my chest with sorrow for him every now and then because I had the misfortune of reading this book after his death which meant throughout the book, even the good parts I always knew this one didn't have a happy ending. I had very little understanding of addictions and my empathy for people suffering from them has grown multifold now after this book. 

The storyline jumps back and forth in time which eventually got harder to keep track of because there were friends and lovers and addiction stories which kept coming and going sometimes with the same characters making reappearances or were they similar characters? The repetitive incidences with his relapses and sobriety were also starting to mash together in my head towards the last quarter of the book. I was beginning to lose count. I have to mention, the editing of this book was very poorly done because I noticed he repeated some stories and lines towards the end. I kept looking at the audiobook player wondering if I accidentally replayed an earlier chapter. I'm assuming from his own retelling, that this book was written over a long period of time with lots of breaks in between which may have caused MP to lose track. However this is a job for the editing team and I felt like they may have let this book down. I wonder if it could've been less loopy and more free flowing with better editing and honest feedback to the author in the initial stages of proofreading.

Nevertheless I do not regret spending 9 hours on this book. I have learnt a great deal about so much and I'm immeasurably inspired by his matter-of-fact acceptance of his life, narcissism, choices, money, addictions, fame, shortcomings, feelings and everything else he's written about. I found him to be endearing, incredibly brave and utterly simple in his core. I started reading this book with the intention of finding out more about Chandler Bing and the guy who played him. I honestly ended up liking MP more than I expected. He is way more interesting and fascinating than Chandler because Chandler was a character and he was played to perfection. He was given a character arc and he found redemption in the end. But not MP. I found his story to be a lot more wholesome, characterful and scarred, mistakes n all, the real deal. 

- 03 Jan 2025