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The Sandman (series) by Neil Gaiman: Some Thoughts

The Sandman (series) by Neil Gaiman: Some Thoughts

If books were drugs, and if I had to get high on any particular one, then I would gladly chose Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics as my chosen hallucinogen. I don't know what is it about this 'comic book' (as Mr. Gaiman prefers to call his work) but the entire time I read it, I felt that I was in some kind of psychedelic acid trip. A mixture of non-linear narratives, the avant-garde art, some eccentric and moody personalities, all tied up in an absorbing story as told by the resident troll under the bed, Mr. Neil Gaiman. This series is indeed epic. It is a generous love-letter to all all us dreamers who have often wished to attach an imaginative flair to our monotonous reality. 

The entire Sandman series (1)

The beginning (2)

My first tryst with a proper graphic novel was Alison Bechdel's Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic which I had picked out almost innocently without any understanding of the book's background (OK, I admit that I picked it out because it looked very much like a comic book and seemed easy enough to read despite the very somber title!!). By the time I was done reading the book, I knew I was hooked. It was appealing not because it had a very convenient visual format but rather I was able to understand how beautifully the author had brought both pictures and words together in this book. The pictures were never a distraction, instead they were accompaniments to the author's thoughts and narrative. I was therefore able to visualize and therefore empathize with Bechdel's struggle with her identity and sexuality in a way that might not have been that engaging if the novel had simply just been written out in words. It really is one of the most outstanding memoirs that I have read till now because Bechdel is not only a talented writer but also a talented thinker who understands how to give form to her experiences and interactions.

Highly overrated !!(3)

In contrast, Craig Thompson's Blankets (which I read during my train journey to Delhi after finishing my month long research work at Pune) was a tad bit disappointing. Personally, I have always thought that Thompson's book is quite overrated (and overpriced too!!). It severely lacked the charm that Bechdel's book encompassed. For me, Blankets was a very self-absorbed exploration of the author's childhood and teenage years that tended to paint all other characters, besides the author, in a largely negative one-sided roles. Still Blankets got me curious enough to look into other graphic novel titles and even open up a little more towards traditional comic book titles too. 

Say cheese! (4)

I am not sure when I started to read Alan Moore's work but his works were a great entry point into a genre of the superhero. I am not huge fan of The Killing Joke but I did get the 'joke' and the irony of the relationship between Batman and The Joker. Anyhow, the book suffers from massive Women in Refrigerator Syndrome and that for me was a huge put-off. Still, Alan Moore's other works such as The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, (yet to finish the series), From Hell, The Watchmen (not finished reading that one yet) and V for Vendetta (My favorite among the bunch) have been quite intriguing to read. There is a lot to be said about Moore's treatment of female characters in all his books but that is a discussion that I will reserve for a later time.

Arguably, the best graphic novel that I have read till now besides Fun Home, was Art Spiegelman's Maus. This book is nothing short of a masterpiece. It is an oral history record and a personal memoir wrapped up in the form of a visual novel. And even more amazing is how Spiegelman gave his own retrospective peculiarity to this piece of history/biography of his father's experience as a Jew in Nazi Germany. By showing the Jews as mice and the Nazis as cats, Art Spiegelman gave a very surreal and disturbing twist to the cat and mouse struggle often humorously portrayed in cartoons. But this was no Tom and Jerry who were eternal friends and eternal enemies. Instead this book by converting these real life characters into caricaturist anthropomorphic figures highlighted even more prominently the sufferings, the struggles and the will to survive against all odds within an extremely hostile environment. Maus is a classic and a must read for everyone because it is so much more than a bunch of goofy pictures and more than just the painful recollections of an eccentric old man.

My father bleeds History (5)

So when I started on Neil Gaiman's Sandman series, I was naturally apprehensive. Because of its cult status and the constant hype surrounding it, I was sincerely hoping that it would live up to my expectations. Thankfully, it did more than that and gave me a greater appreciation of the art of storytelling. The way Gaiman has envisioned his characters and allowed the artists to bring life to his stories, is quite praiseworthy. Dream and Death were easily my favorite characters and their interaction with each other were often one of the most poignant sections in the series. Delirium seemed a bit off but then, she is Delirium, she has to be OFF!!

Sweet dangerous Delirium (5)

Starting with Preludes and Nocturnes and finally finishing of with Overture, the entire series felt like one engrossing saga of different point of views and realities. Mixing Biblical elements, mythological figures from ancient cultures, anthropomorphic galaxies and stars, historical personalities like Harun al Rashid and Shakespeare, DC superheroes, fairies and ghosts; it was a melting pot of of ideas and concepts ranging from religion, politics, and even dreams and nightmares. I am sorry to say this but Bill Willingham's Fables series has absolutely nothing on Neil Gaiman's Sandman collection both in terms of the plot as well as the intense art work. The art in these books deserve a very special mention because they are especially out of this world. Most of the panels in these books are arranged in a very peculiar manner giving an interesting quirkiness and strength to the stories being told. The various artists include Sam Keith, author of The Maxx to erotic comic book illustrator, Milo Manara to Jill Thompson, who has also worked on The Invisibles. The art is fantastic and like I mentioned before, perfectly accompanies and supplements the dialogues. 

If you love graphic novels or comic books, this book is an essential read. I would not recommend reading this series to first timers who just started looking into the graphic style of writing as it is too abrupt and can be quite confusing. Also the initial books in the series are extremely violent and contain some disturbing images.. This series is not the same thing as Tintin or Asterix comics so it would be pointless to look into Sandman series with the same expectations. It is more of an adult comic book and definitely something that needs to be read with an imaginative point of view. Only then, one can truly attempt to encapsulate its dark beauty and its timeless love of storytelling.

Dream of the Endless (7)

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Now that I am almost done reading Alice Walker's The Color Purple, I thought that I should probably have a look at the future tasks presented by the Popsugar Reading Challenge 2016. So here are the next two challenges:

Team Potter or Team Everdeen?? (1)

1) A YA bestseller: So naturally, first thing that came to my mind was Katniss Everdeen and Harry Potter!!

Too much melodrama!! (2)

However both these characters are part of long book series and I hoped to read something that was more of a standalone. While browsing the web for some good Young Adult books, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green often came up. But I was reluctant to read that book. Too melodramatic. 

Anyways, I think I finally decided to ready Judy Blume's Are You There God? It's Me Margaret. This book is such an evergreen classic. I look forward to reading it. 

The Winner !! (3)

2) A Book you haven't read since High School: This looked tough mainly because I have forgotten the many books that I had read way back in school. Save for select writers, I was not very author specific and was just content to read anything as long as it was interesting. Come to think of it, I think my reading habits still remain the same in that aspect minus some exceptions such as the 'gifted' Chetan Bhagat!! 

Anyways, this was easier than I thought it would be. I already have an old earmarked copy of The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas lying around in my bookshelf that I believe I bought in my school years. I can't think of a better book to become nostalgic over!! 

All for one, and one for all! 

One of my favorite classics.  (4)

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The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot: Some Thoughts

The Joys of  Reading in a Metro!1 (1)

I have to admit that 2016 did  not start on a great note for me. There were constant troubles within my personal and professional life. And not to mention, the persistent anxiety whether I would be able to finish my thesis work on time and that too, in a satisfactory manner. Though it almost seemed at times that my research work would not be progressing as smoothly as I had  hoped, one thing that continued to work well for me were my reading challenges. Counting from Bradbury's The October Country to the current one, The Color Purple by Alice Walker, I have managed to read four goods books in a span of two months so far. Though I did not not manage to write four good chapters of my thesis, I was certainly able to go through some epics works of writings. And the best part was that these books never took me away from my main work or disrupted my social life. In fact, they were finished over long metro rides between home and work. During those dull and crowded journeys, reading was really a great stress reliever that I found greatly therapeutic. Waking up and then getting ready on cold winter mornings is one of biggest drags of my life right now. Therefore to be able to prepare myself for the long hours of research work, engaging with these books seemed like the best way to relax and prepare my mind. And to be able to read from so many different genres, it not only added to that endless need for knowledge  but also opened up my world a little more. 

I am so glad that I had an opportunity to read a book as poignant and touching as The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. This book also took the longest to finish reading. Often, owing to the events happening in my real life, reading was constantly interrupted and many times I would forget the names and various other details in the book. But still, the wonderful sensitive narrative always managed to suck me back into the life of not just Henrietta Lacks but also the rest of the Lackses. This book is indeed a beautiful tribute to Henrietta and what her cells, interestingly called HeLa, have achieved for medical science. At the same time, it was also a touching and human portrayal of Deborah Lacks, Henrietta's youngest daughter, who struggled with abuse, poverty and depression but never gave up in her quest to know more about her mother who had died while she was still a toddler, At the time of writing of the book, Deborah was in her fifties with two young grandchildren. Sadly, she died shortly before the book was published.
This book for me was not just about finding the woman behind the famed HeLa cells but also a relentless quest by a daughter who went through many difficulties just to understand who exactly her mother was. It is painful when Deborah constantly mentions to Skloot in the book, how she wants to know what her mother's favorite color was or whether her mother had breastfed her. It is this longing of a daughter and the steadfast persistence of a science reporter that permeates the many strands of narrative in this book. It was also interesting to note how fiercely Deborah guarded her mother's meager possessions including her medical documents. Skloot was able to see these documents only after constantly reassuring Deborah that she was not trying to steal or profit from them as well as consenting to be accompanied by Deborah in her many research trips. Even after that, Skloot was allowed to look at the documents only under Deborah's supervision. Though frustrating and often paranoid, Deborah's need to hold onto these possessions showed the desperation to reach out to a parent who now lived only in photographs and shockingly in medical labs in form of living cells. I feel very grateful to Rebecca Skloot for never shying away from showing the rawness of Deborah's emotions and insecurities while trying to write an history of sorts of Henrietta Lacks and her 'immortal' cells.
I admit I was a bit wary of writing a blog post on this book. In fact, the more appropriate word than 'wary' would be 'intimidating'. Because the book encapsulates so many issues within its 400 pages, one feels very 'intimidated' talking about it because simply taking one issue would not do it any justice. I greatly commend Skloot's dedication as well as her patience because it seems pretty obvious from the book that her early research period was full of many snags and dead ends. At the same time, it does make a point to me that it takes that kind of passion and curiosity for your work in order to bring something out of obscurity and give it a history and presence that is rightfully deserves.
Frankly speaking, what I have learnt from this book is that to be entitled to a past or a history is indeed a privilege. Henrietta Lacks was a poor black woman living in the 1950s segregationist America. Her cancer cells were harvested from her dead body by the researchers at John Hopkins Hospital, without properly informing her husband, David Lacks of the need and purpose for those cells. Of course these cells went on to do great things in science especially in groundbreaking research on diseases including the polio vaccine. But for a long time up until the 1970s, many scientists and the media were unaware of the person behind the cells. In fact, when in late 1970s, when the media began to take a slight interest in the identity of the cells, George Gey (the scientist who had collected the original samples from Henrietta's body), gave out the name of the person as Helen Lane instead of Henrietta Lacks in order to maintain secrecy. All this while, the Lackses had no idea that so much was happening in medical research because of Henrietta's cells. However, further research made it necessary to trace the origins of the cells to the Lackses family and conduct blood tests on them. Even then, no medical personnel ever bothered to inform them about the full scope for such methods.
Scientific research had made the person insignificant in comparison to her cells. HeLa was  a name and nothing more. To be able to put a face on that name and recreate a rich family history, Skloot has clearly done the memory of Henrietta Lacks a huge justice. Famed writer Susan Sontag once wrote, "My library is an archive of longings." When Skloot describes Deborah's fierce protectiveness of her mother's things in her book, the first thought that came to my mind was that this was Deborah's archive of her mother and this was an archive of intense longing. However, this archive had no voice of its own as it had been repressed, silenced and eventually forgotten until Skloot came along. I admire how Skloot recreates this archives by travelling to Henrietta's hometown, engaging with the recalcitrant Lackses, talking to scientists and medical researchers involved and for just being stubbornly persistent.
Through a parallel narrative, Skloot also traces the question of consent of patients especially when scientists needed to take samples from them for research. She shows how during Henrietta's time, consent was not considered necessary and especially in the case of poor black patients, it was definitely not something to be bothered with. The Tuskegee syphilis experiment on homeless black men and the many medical studies conducted on prisoners without fully informing them of the consequences, were examples of this negligence of consent. Often the sufferers were those who were on the bottom end of the social spectrum coupled with the belief among many scientists that  'ends justified the means.'
This book is a thoughtful and somewhat neutral look on how much good science can attain when it is pursued with an enthusiastic urge to achieve wonderful things for humankind. But it is also a testimony of how often the pursuit this good can also mean overriding the 'human' in  humankind to achieve lofty goals for the betterment of many. A retrospection within science is definitely needed without a compromise on its higher goals. I like to think that there is room for both good and consensual research practices and that they can exist side by side.


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Hi, I am back again and a Happy 2016 to everyone!!.. I am already halfway through Skloot's book on Henrietta Lacks and I am enjoying it thoroughly. I am hoping that I will be able to finish the book by today so that I can start on my Sandman's series by tomorrow. Now that I am done with the first two reading challenges on Book Riot's to-do list, I thought that I should probably decide what are the next two books that I am going to read for future tasks. So these are the next two challenges on Book Riot's list (which I will read once I am temporarily done with the Popsugar's Reading Challenge)

1) Read a collection of essays: I had initially thought of reading Susan Sontag's collection of essays called, Against Interpretation. However that book is quite hard to find and honestly too expensive!! 

Anyways, I then decided to console myself by reading Joan Didion's Slouching Towards Bethlehem. But somehow I did not feel very excited to read Didion's work and again I was back to where I started. 

But then almost immediately, I had a sudden inspiration to read Robert Darnton 's book The Great Cat Massacre which was published in 1984. Granted it was not the proper kind of  'collection of essays' that the list had in mind, but it still counted as a collection of essays nonetheless, albeit a little more scholarly and academic in its presentation. And also, Darnton's book and the eponymous essay are a classic and a must-read for every aspiring historian like me. Plus this book has been long overdue on my reading list. It's high time I get down to reading it!! 

All cat lovers, proceed with caution!!

2) Read a book out loud to someone: Honestly for me, this is one of dumber challenges on the list (though you are welcome to disagree!). First of all, where am I going to find someone to whom I would read aloud to? The best option is probably to bully one of my friends in being my captive audience. My friends better watch out because I am coming for them!! Also I thought it would be highly impractical to choose a big boring book for this task. So what seemed best to me was to choose a children's book that was appropriately short and relatively interesting. 

If you are planning to waste someone else's time, the least you can do is to make it entertaining. After a lot of of shortlisting (which also include The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery and The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster), 

Finally, I decided to focus on Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. It is a lovely little picture book and thankfully has minimal dialogues. Whew!!

I am coming for you, my pretties!!!

OK, I am definitely being ambitious now. Actually, I simply could not resist this reading challenge for 2016 posted by Popsugar. Though the list is a bit Americanized, I still found some really interesting reading tasks here. Anyways, I am always looking for an excuse to read. Then why not another reading challenge!!!

http://www.popsugar.com/love/Reading-Challenge-2016-39126431

I am still following Book Riot's reading challenge but now I will be following the lists alternatively. That is, two book from one list followed by two books from the other list and so on. That means, I am still reading 'The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks'. But after I am done, I would like to read from the Popsugar challenge list. So as per the list, the first two books that I have to read would be:

1) A book based on a fairy tale: This was really hard to decide as I must confess that I have never read anything similar in this genre. I mean, I have read actual fairy tales from Brothers Grimm to those of Hans Christian Anderson, but never one that was based on them. Also the term 'fairy tales' is a bit ambiguous to me. Broadly speaking, when you are thinking fairy tales, are you thinking stories based on commonly known figures such as Cinderella or Snow-White; or are you thinking of local folk-lore and mythological figures such as Baba Yaga or the Lady of the Lake? I admit this really confused me. Anyways, I thought that the safest bet would have been to read Bill Willingham's Fables series.

However, I am missing the last two volumes of that series and it seems pointless for me  to read something that is incomplete. So after a lot of thinking, I decided to read Neil Gaiman's acclaimed 'Sandman' series. 'The Sandman' is a popular figure in European folklore and he even shows up in one of Hans Christian Anderson's stories, as far as I remember. Anyways, what I think is that this would be an awesome opportunity to finally read the Sandman and to decide for myself whether this series lives up to the hype surrounding it. Fingers crossed!!!

Morpheus, the titular Sandman.

2) A National Book Award Winner: Again this was hard because the The National Book Award is given in both fiction as well as non-fiction categories. Plus the Award was established in 1950 which would mean that I was thoroughly spoiled for choice. While perusing the list for fiction books on Wiki, I came across Alice Walker's The Color Purple which had been given the award in 1983.

Naturally I was overjoyed as I had bought the book some years back but had never got down to reading it. And I have always been a keen fan of African American literature such as Zora Neele Easton's Their Eyes were Watching God, James Baldwin's The Fire Next Time and Toni Morrison's Beloved. 

Obviously this was a great excuse to further familiarize myself with African American works and reading Alice Walker's book would only bring me much more closer to understanding these writings and the various kinds of identity politics involved. 

I am feeling really excited. If I can finish my present reading list, I would really feel like I have achieved something. Not to mention, I would feel less inept.!!

Review of Ray Bradbury's book ' The October Country'

It's a monster party!.. Hope you have your invites!

As mentioned in my previous post, the first task of the Reading Challenge 2016 was to read a horror book. Today I finally finished reading Ray Bradbury's collection of short horror stories called  The October Country. I have till now never read a Bradbury book. 'The Martian Chronicles' has been on my reading list forever. So naturally I was very excited to start reading this little collections of stories. Bradbury was the first author that come to my mind when I first saw my reading list ( and though I liked The October Country well enough, I really wish I had picked his more critically acclaimed book, 'The Illustrated Man' for this challenge.) 

Some classics of horror

Surprisingly, I am quite well read in the horror genre. It is amusing that a huge scaredy cat such as me has read horror classics like Dracula, Frankenstein, The Exorcist, as well as the stories by Poe and M.R. James. In context of the horror books that I have read,  I would put Dracula and The Exorcist in the same group as they both have similar themes and are written in a very fast paced style of a spy novel. The aim is to shock and intrigue you rather than give you sleepless nights. Frankenstein has always been a misfit for me in the horror genre. It is tragic, it is poetic and deeply beautiful in its writing. The horror is not the monster but rather the self-absorbed creator who puts everyone in harm's way for his own selfish ends. Rather, I found H. G. Wells, 'The Island of Dr. Moreau' much more terrifying and a harsher moral story about man's ambition to play God. In that sense, Frankenstein is less horror and more tragedy of a modern day Prometheus who goes overboard with his genius. The Monster is not born horrifying, it is made to become a horrifying creature by the fear and selfishness of its creator. Even then, it remains a tragic, misunderstood figure. 

Poe's works or rather his keen obsession with beautiful women who die early is pretty evident in most of his tales and have been much discussed in the literary circles. But still some classics such as 'The Tell-Tale Heart', 'The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether', 'The Black Cat', and 'The Cask of Amontillado' are exceptional works. Needless to say, as much as I adore Poe's penmanship, he is clearly at his best when he is not writing about dead women!! Here I am also reminded of some of the short stories written by Nathaniel Hawthorne in 'Mosses from an Old Manse' where the focus is also on beautiful women suffering from such immense terrifying distress that even their heroes cannot save them (Oh boy!). Classics in this theme include 'Rappaccinni's Daughter' and 'The Birth-Mark'. I think M. R. James was the one author who really managed to spook me. Initially while reading, I had assumed that he was another of those writers who was trying to imitate the style of Poe's writing (who despite his obsession, was truly a gifted writer). Thankfully James is not obsessed with dead women, but he is indeed taken with antique ornate houses with long deep histories. Almost all his stories are situated within or around a Gothic mansion or cathedral. The house is as much a participant as the protagonist of his stories. I have read 'Ghost Story of an Antiquary' and as you continue to read the book, the stories get spookier. The supernatural is hinted and acknowledged but never comes right out. Instead, like most horror writers, he skillfully puts you in the protagonist's shoes and makes you feel the chills going through that unfortunate person's spine. 'Canon Alberic's Scrap- Book', 'The Mezzotint', 'The Ash Tree' and 'The Treasure of Abbot Thomas' (this particular story really scared the daylights out of me!!) are some great examples. 

Anyways, I seem to have got carried away with my discussion. I have to admit I chose Bradbury's collection of short stories for a particular reason. First of all, I did not want to pick something too scary such as Clive Barker's Books of Blood or Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves. I really value my sleep and I would hate it if terror kept me up. Also since I am currently working on my thesis and need to travel everyday, reading short stories seemed like a good choice to not get too involved in the book in order to remain needfully focused on my work. I would say that the book on the whole, was a mixed bag. The common trope used by the author is that of psychological horror. So it might seem ambivalent whether true horror is taking place or that it is simply the paranoia of the protagonist. For me, the best story was clearly, 'The Man Upstairs'. (Attention, spoilers ahead!!) It was an interesting take on the vampire motif. The Upstairs Guy is clearly the malevolent vampire but he is actually a very submissive figure in the story. It is only hinted at that he might not be human. What was more shocking was the behavior of the protagonist, a young preteen boy, who is the only one suspicious of the Upstairs Guy. Okay, the boy is a PSYCHOPATH who calmly dissects the vampire while he is sleeping simply because he wants to prove his theory that the vampire does not have the right internal organs. And the boy does it with a smile and childish excitement. And that was horrifying!!

Another story that I liked was 'The Wonderful Death of Dudley Stone' which is technically not a horror story. It seemed that the story was written more for Bradbury than the audience as it captures very ironically the tensions and fears that writers go through with each release of their books. The anxiety of continually wanting critical approval and how 'death' might free you from the hold of this strain of that pressure. It is a clever and interesting story and in fact, quite honest in its message. It really gives you an nice insight into the author. 'The Watchful Poker Chip of H. Matisse' was a macabre take on the pressures of popularity where the true horror is actually your need to please others. It was the most insightful story among the bunch and therefore had me wondering whether I had picked the right book. 'The Emissary' was a nicely written ghost story, though a bit predictable. Actually most of Bradbury's stories in this collection are quite predictable. I also loved 'The Scythe' which was incredibly sad. 

Ray Bradbury really tries hard to push the limits of our thinking by choosing very unconventional protagonists and antagonists. You are not going to find ghosts or ferocious monsters in his stories. Instead your biggest enemy is the warfare and conflict in your mind. Something as harmless as the wind blowing on your face or the skeleton inside of you might actually be the real villain. Is your mind playing tricks or are you suddenly aware of malevolent entity that you had earlier taken for granted. While playing with this kind of horror trope, Bradbury sometimes succeeds but sometimes he flops spectacularly. Stories such as 'Uncle Einer' (think Addam's Family), 'Homecoming', 'The Wind' (a very unexpected antagonist), 'Jack-in the-Box' (very bittersweet coming of age story where Bradbury ironically twists our understanding of being dead and being alive), 'The Jar' and 'The Next in Line' (Both these stories have interesting female protagonists who also end up dead) and 'The Crowd' (predictable but still engrossing) were really excellent pieces. However some stories I simply did not get and personally for me, it was a major fail. 'The Small Assassin' had a ridiculous premise of a killing baby. Clearly a terrible ripoff of 'The Omen'!! (Though I have to admit that the ending line was very nice and quite catchy). Another one I did not like was 'There was an Old Woman' about an old lady who manages to evade death. It is supposed to be morbidly funny but humor for me falls flat. Stories like 'The Dwarf'', 'The Cistern', 'Touched With Fire' and 'The Skeleton' were just average. Overall, the book was an enjoyable read. And even though it seemed a slight bit amateur in its writing style and presentation (but not in its ideas which were quite unique and creative), it was certainly worth the time taken to read it. I also look forward in the future to read more of Bradbury's numerous works.

Next on my list is Rebecca Skloot's The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. Looking forward to reading it and enjoying it. Cheers!!!