“I think each person has their journey and that’s it. It becomes yours and no one else’s. This world has this way of measuring people…but time also lapses and there’s nothing you can do about it, I think the biggest lesson to be learnt is that of being a person…and that exists outside all these schools”.
This book I have carried around for a while. Law school is getting a bit too demanding for my extra curricular activities, that’s why.
Anyway I loved the book. It confused me too. I underestimated it’s power or confused it’s genius with it’s volume.
Totally, unrelated, what do you know about dying?
The book’s protagonist finds himself in need of saving from himself or his world. He quits a job to pursue a writing career only to become a professional drug addict.
It’s a book we can all relate to on some level, or at least I can. It’s about being stuck in time when everyone or everything seems to be moving on.
It’s about helplessness when it doesn’t make sense to be. It’s a young man’s struggle with mental illness from addiction and a whole lot of Jesus in a way that is dramatic enough for good television.
Before this book, the only other book by a South African author I had read was Peter Abraham’s Mine Boy in O level and now, I think I maybe be in like with South African literature or atleast curious.(Hello Xhosa Girl Sinawo Bukani)
The point is it’s a book small enough for you to read in a day and big enough to make you feel things.
Ps:#UgBlogWeek starts tomorrow and I need a lot of Jesus to pull it off.
In my desire to be a writer, I have not made any sacrifices. In his discreet way, Tongai once said that musicians he stayed with do not have a Plan B: they are not your bankers-slash poets.