by Gotham Chopra
Picked this book up from browsing the public library shelves, it looked interesting. It\’s a musing, meandering book full of introspective thoughts on life- from the viewpoint of a man who is the son of a famous (although I never heard of him before) spiritual self-help kind of guru. And it\’s about their dogs, and their father-son relationships, and what it\’s like having a toddler… and it didn\’t work for me. It was just too jumbled. I was enjoying the thoughts, but finding it hard to see how they fit together. I kept getting confused on who was who, and which dog belonged to which generation (he talks about his childhood dog, and the one he owns currently). I realized how bad my concentration was when a description of one of the dogs as a teacup bit of fluff that fit in two hands gave me a double-take; I\’d been picturing it as a husky-type dog. I flipped back looking for a description of it but couldn\’t find any…
My lack of interest reflects more on me than on the book itself; I just wasn\’t following it well. I don\’t know if I\’ll pick it up to try again, though.
Abandoned …….. 254 pages, 2010