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Trying to finish Cyprus trip. Four new videos uploaded into previous posts.

After trotting around Southeast Asia over the summer, I'm now back in the UK - Cambridge to be exact. Am trying my best to update as frequently as my clinical course will allow.

Entries on Italy and France two winters ago have been put on hold indefinitely. Read: possibly never. But we shall see.

Entries on Greece and Turkey last winter have also been put on hold for the time being.

Posted:
Don Det (Laos), Don Khone

Places yet to blog about:
Ban Nakasang, Champasak, Pakse, Tha Kaek, Vientienne, Vang Vien, Ban Phoudindaeng, Luang Prabang, Khon Kaen (Thailand), Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia), London (England), Cambridge

Tuesday 21 June 2005

literature: religion & imperialism

dear emilyn...

being surrounded all day by books...u get to do a lot of thinking...n what else can u think about...but: books!...heh...

but seriously...one thing i've thought about...n one thing i've come to realize is that...the main reason y a book...especially a work of literature...doesn't seem to capture a person's interest...is because the reader cannot relate to it...there's nothing to which the reader can associate himself with...

take me s n example of a reader...(although i'm rather illiterate...compared to some of my other contemporaries)...let's take two books that i've read s examples...n examine them...

first...i love the life of pi...y?...because religion has always been n idea that i've been in conflict with...it's philosophy has always plagued my mind...it's timeless questions have always haunted my dreams...even till this very day...so much so...that i've conceived my own perception of religion...

n yann martel has so exactly penned down these very same thoughts in her latest bestseller...(which won the 2002 man booker prize)...in addition to that...she also added some of her own opinions...of which i find myself drawn towards...although i do not agree with all of them...but c...there's a sense of connection there...where one soul touches another...this is what art is all about...

but take joseph conrad's heart of darkness...gosh...to me...it's the dullest book ever written by man...y is that?...well probably because i was not alive during the years of western imperialism...because i could not appreciate the ideals of that time...n because of this...it was of no value to me...

but the next thing one should ask is:...who's fault is it?...the writer or the reader?...i mean...think about it...don't they say that art is timeless...s in...the things that writers write about...appeal not just to those who live through their time...but for future generations too...right?...or wrong?...

is it the writers fault then for not conveying the message accurately enough to b able to move others...or to at least cause others to feel how he felt so much so till that he just had to write it down in a book...after all...isn't that what a writer is supposed to b doing?...

hmm...guess there's more thinking to b done obviously...so till nex time...take care n cheers...

k

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