India is the impossible dialogue in front of any traveller, one between those who have not seen but would like to see and who has seen but cannot tell, because how can the words embody the smell, the look, the thought, the excitement? On the one hand, India is a daunting premise, and on the other a fascinating challenge.
The book is written with heart and passion, almost a sentimental rapture of trampled places and fervently bringing images of the country, the vices and virtues of an ancient land, slices of everyday life caught on the edges of roads, with the author remains lucid and composed, giving little space to personal opinions.
The ambition of the author is to grasp India, in his idea, to find perhaps a key to common interpretation in all its many historical, cultural, geographical, racial, religious traits and is a travel story with a timeless dialogue.
The author writes incisively and some descriptions are truly effective and is a book that goes into great tradition of the travel report and that seems written to disprove an idea now widespread that the journey and the traveller would no longer exist as there is no substantial difference for those leaving not going anywhere because everything looks the same.
Although most seems to corroborate this view, certainly in the great trip we take comfort if we still believe that there are different ways of living and workable as well as travel, and of which this book is a gallery, not only of people met during the path but from the beginning we see the building of a bridge with the chapters as pillars supporting links between people, places, writing, images, even dreams, to form a solid step.
Thus, one sees the journey there by itself, and the author has himself brought by an apparent randomness, or rather by an organized randomness the long-meditated memories and the characters.
It is more than one path but is a network of strong things carefully observed and reported, as always happens to the sensitive traveller with compelling counterpoint between the observed reality, dreams, visions, literary references, memories, also forms a good melody that follows with great pleasure without falling to the substantial narrative homogeneity and emotional climax.
The illustrations are certainly not just decorative but very well narrated and organized, that gives the entire work a tone of yesteryear trip. And so the narrative structure of the journey takes its shape, which, the author argues, there is already before the traveller knows him, there is nothing left to do but to be led by discovering his secret which in this case is to consolidate the already strong ties with people to whom we owe a lot to different but all excellent reasons.
But to do that, the journey born in must have originated from something you’ve already before leaving without knowing it and go looking for him and this is the difference between the journey of the tourist who does carry other knowing barely penalty where it is and what the traveller who brings himself to discover and perhaps also require confirmation of something that already belongs to him but it was circumvented.
This resulting text shows that you can still travel and be aware of what you are doing and is worth what you are seeing and experiencing, with different visions and sensations by the striking cultural diversity of an impressive breadth that brings together under one roof different ethnic groups with their own socio-anthropological and religious baggage that constitutes the lifeblood.
A book that fully can be considered good literature, showcases the excellent light pen of a author who deviates from the novel genre in his own way to tell a piece of humanity. The authors’ journey is definitely more passionate and engaging, and reveals an India magnetic and between the lines, an immortal hymn to the trip that, in all its infinite variations and personality full of promise. India is there and waiting for you.
Format: Paperback ♥ Publisher: Leadstart ♥ Pages: 379 ♥ Published: March 2015 ♥ Language: English ♥ ISBN-13: 978-9381115800