Monthly Archives: December 2006

Reading

‘The Inheritance of Loss’

“The Inheritance of Loss” is really, really depressing. I heard an interview a few weeks ago with Kiran Desai, and the book sounded interesting. So when we were at the bookstore and my dad asked what he should read next, I picked it up and said, “I heard this was good.” It did, after all, win the 2006 Booker Prize.

I finished it today. I don’t think Dad will like it. I don’t think I liked it.

I’m reading “The Life of Pi” next. It also won the Booker Prize. It’s also about an Indian. Named Patel. Just like “Inheritance.” Oh boy.

Reading

‘What Now, King Lear?’

I finished “What Now, King Lear?” a few days ago. It’s a silly mystery novel; the plot unravelled quite steadily, to the point that I really didn’t care who did it by the end. “Gil Yates” is the investigator’s PI alter ego; by day, he works for his wife’s father’s real estate brokerage. He hates his job, his father-in-law and his wife. He was a little mean-spirited for my taste.

In short: Not my favorite book.

Screen time

‘Royale’ with cheese

Rockford took me to see “Casino Royale” tonight. It was … Bond-y. It was still on the cheesy side, and there it features the requisite Ladies Susceptible to Bond’s Charm (LSBC). It did have some redeeming features, though:

  • Vesper Lynd wore lovely earrings throughout.
  • On the way out of the theater, two women behind us were discussing Daniel Craig, the new Bond. One of them was put off by his ears. The other said, “Who cares about his ears with a body like that?” To which I say, “Ahem.”