Since the beginning of my recent (re)obsession with India, I decided it was high time to read an Indian author. I tend to have about the same taste in books as a good friend of mine, and I knew she liked The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, so I chose that one. Plus, it won the Booker Prize a few years ago, and man alive, those Booker people choose good books.
Some of the writing was kind of annoying (and even a little hard to understand-I haven’t figured out what Locusts Stand I is yet; does anyone wanna clue me in?) but I liked the theme of the book, and I like the way you had to infer a lot of the really important parts, and all the jumps in time.
Nov 07, 10:01AM PST | 1 cheer | 0 comments
When I started at school again, I got this grant which stipulates that I teach four years in a high-need school. Since I’d deferred my old plans to go abroad, I thought I’d just defer them a little longer, and get my four years out of the way before I worked abroad again.
But there’s an overseas job fair in Iowa in a couple of months, and the job market is crap, and I have eight years to do my four years of service.
I think I’m in the mood to head overseas again. I can’t decide where, but I’m not really that picky.
Nov 04, 06:00PM PST | 2 cheers | 2 comments
Is that what you call someone who is enamored of India? Anglophile, Francophile…Indophile? This being said, I’ve never been to India, and I can’t speak any Indian language (although I do know how to say “What?” in Hindi.)
Maybe I’m just an Indian food-o-phile. That doesn’t roll off the tongue very nicely, though. But still, it explains why I blissfully spent my Sunday listening to public radio and cooking palak ka raita and a dish with a long name which I have forgotten (it had peas, paneer, and mushrooms) from Cuisines of India. This cookbook (the 36th) is really interesting. Truth be told, I don’t know a whole lot about Indian history, but there’s a lot of history in this book. I learned from this book that an Indian emperor once said, “I have two lips: One for drinking wine, and the other apologizing for drunkenness.” It was fated to be that one day, hundreds of years later, a pasty Midwestern girl would fall in love with this culture.
Nov 01, 03:47PM PST | 2 cheers | 0 comments
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