This is not a review. How could I presume to review Khaled Hosseini? The author of "A Thousand Splendid Suns" and the classic "The Kite Runner," has now given the world "And The Mountains Echoed."
Whether the details of his previous stories remain whole or in part, the essence of Hosseini's work lingers. It is alive and well again, in "And The Mountains Echoed," as he bring another tale centered around Afghanistan; a country for most of us that is nothing more than "the place where terrorists were and a lot violence remains."
Again, this is not a review; just some random thoughts I find myself holding after finishing reading the book only moments ago. Hosseini's gift is the ability to bring to the pages extreme pains and hardships, yet blend in an unexplained peacefulness and serenity. Then, in the tears of beautiful interweavings of life that yield promises that life has heart, hope and love, even within all the struggles, there is also the subtle, stubborn aching.
I loved "A Thousand Splendid Suns." It is a story of incredible honesty. It hurts and feels good at once. As I cried my way through the final 50 or so pages, ultimately ending in a place of calm, sorrow, bitterness, warmth ... life, I am aware that it will be several days before I can even consider reading something else.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Storm on horizon is warning
Darkest of skylines now forming
Calm does not mask what soon beckons
Illy prepared will be reckoned
The heart, it can pulse through disaster
Rhythmic beat ever faster
But can hearts be alive acquiescing
To the death of the void coalescing
Wreckage is strewn all-surrounding
Listen for faintest of pounding
A mixture of living and dying
Spilled milk cares not for your crying
Copyright SGW 2012