Coetzee – My favourite author of 2008

10 01 2009

Of all that I have read and all the new authors that I had read in 2008, the one author who took me by surprise and affected me most was Coetzee.  The first book that I had occasion to read was “The Life and Times of Michael K.”

It seemed to me that the book was Michael K’s autobiography.  The book is a about a simple SouthAfrican/ African man and his attempts to live a life of freedom, choice and respect. Coetzee’s choice of words, the prefect description were the highlights of the book. Reading it was like walking on a stream of water. The reader is aware of the fluidity of the stream below him, yet the firmness of the surface allows him to tread over it. Over all it was a great experience.

Immediately, after “K” I picked up “Youth”.  I was amazed at the distinction in the language, descriptions of the setting and the people involved. This book is about a young man, a boy who has unfulfilled aspirations and in the end comes to terms with it. Coetzee suddenly transforms himself to an immigrant in London. I am not sure if any other author could have written a similar plot that would interest me.

After a break, I read, the “Master of Petersburg”.  The novel is of course based in Russia, Petersburg more specifically and Coetzee takes you to Russia with him. He spins a romantic story, that of a father and son. He builds a plot and as you watch in amazement, leads the protagonist to his fate. I am not sure whether the story is biographical. All I know is that it perfectly fits his mysterious hero – Fyodor Dostoevesky.

That the same person could write so beautifully three absolutely different novels in three unconnected settings is a display of his genius. I discovered a genius. I discovered creativity. I discovered all of this in 2008.





Beauty and Art

28 12 2008

I have realised today that art is an expression in the pursuit of beauty.  What a common man can experience but cannot describe is expressed by the artist through his art form.

During my very recent trip to Rome, Florence and Venice, I for the first time time was engulfed by beauty and it had a physical force for me.  I was hijacked and enthralled.  You can say the beauty of the Sistine Chapel nearly encased me.  I was immobilised.

I realised also that beauty can be of varied forms.  I have experienced an unique feeling – the beauty of a child.  In Italy I experienced the beauty of art.  The expression itself being beautiful and when one dwells upon the content or context one can experience a different kind of beauty.

It was perfect timing that I watched a Bengali film called – AnourAnon (“harmony” – I was told).  The beauty of the relationship of the protagonist and his wife enthralls you as much as the beautiful weave of the storyline. I was choked in the end. The feeling is not of sadness or anguish but of understanding.  My trip to Italy has become a lovelier memory and life just seems perfect.

I guess there is a harmony now, in life with my partner and within me. The harmony is beautiful and I think this is the true pursuit of the artist.  I am on the other side of the fence. Not an artist but a lover of beauty. It is as satisfying.