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Prosaic, not boring - but a must read....both books

Meanwhile, I was in a place of clouds.
Big, puffy, pink - white ones that showed up sharply against the deep blue sky....
-Proof of Heaven: Eben Alexander 

The book has a very imaginative and realistic style. Well, how paradoxical if some phrases / sentences looked both imaginative and realistic. A real life story which is intense and engrossing.A neuro-surgeon's journey through near death and back to life.

Right now, I am shuttling two between books, one mentioned above, the other Catcher in the Rye - by JDS. 
Typically American where adventure is interspersed with reality. This is also a book with intense thoughts and  sails through the author's life. The beauty is that this is the author's only book and he won much acclaim late in life,more so through a film made on him recently. How JDS' life unfolds mysteriously for readers a complexity of emotions that left him a loner.

My words do not intend even remotely offer PR for the authors. I am too mean a being to speak of such well-written books. This experience swings me to a recent past when I had to laboriously edit a friend's book which spelt a tale that spanned three generations. A three-pronged catastrophe. Let me not name the friend who could sue me. The book is still on the editing table. Call a spade a spade has been handed over to me by my mother as a legacy.

She (my mother) never encouraged me or my siblings (except speak) to learn our mother tongue as we would fall into the deep pits of learning the language. Every language has its own pitfalls - only the learner has to be encouraged. Perhaps, my mother felt the language could never get a national status. So, leave it at that. However, she did elaborate on the men of letters of the language and eulogised their tact at understanding basic emotions  are like those of  writers of other languages. 

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