Review: Sifar Se Aik Tak: Cyberspace Ke Munshi Ki Sargazasht / صفر سے ایک تک: سائبرسپیس کے منشی کی سرگزشت

Sifar Se Aik Tak: Cyberspace Ke Munshi Ki Sargazasht / صفر سے ایک تک: سائبرسپیس کے منشی کی سرگزشت by Mirza Athar Baig
My rating: 4 of 5 stars



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Review: The Rebel

The Rebel by Albert Camus
My rating: 5 of 5 stars



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Review: Udaas Naslain / اُداس نسلیں

Udaas Naslain / اُداس نسلیں by Abdullah Hussein
My rating: 5 of 5 stars



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Review: The Struggle for Pakistan

The Struggle for Pakistan by Ishtiaq Husain Qureshi
My rating: 4 of 5 stars



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Review: Our Lady of Alice Bhatti

Our Lady of Alice Bhatti by Mohammed Hanif
My rating: 3 of 5 stars



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Review: Words

Words by Jean-Paul Sartre
My rating: 5 of 5 stars



"I began my life as I shall no doubt end it: among books"

When Sartre died in 1980, 25,000 people attended his funeral. He is, and will be, widely read and discussed even today. He was awarded Nobel Prize, for his work rich in ideas and filled with the spirit of freedom..., which he declined for noble reasons. His response can be read here. During his childhood, around WWI, he used to imagine his life as writer, how he will be discovered, how well he will be received by the public, how much he will be adored and read. He had two hypothesis about being discovered before entering the limelight. In first hypothesis, he is discovered after his death and he will live through his work, each book carrying his consciousness. In second hypothesis, he is discovered by a mistake or chance without people actually knowing the writer but then suddenly one day a fine lady in a bar recognizes him. His both hypothesis turned out to be true if we ignore the dreamy details of lady etc. This book is Sartre's attempt to trace out from early childhood his beginning as a reader at first and then a writer.

"I was sought after! People were waiting for my works of which the first volume, in spite of zeal, did not appear until 1935. Round about 1930, people began to get impatient and to say to each other: 'He's taking his time! We've been feeding him for twenty-five years and he's done nothing! Shall we die without reading him?"

It is said that all fiction is autobiography; which makes all autobiography, fiction; it is hard to decide for me whether this is a work of fiction or non-fiction. Either way it doesn't really matter, Sartre's exciting, sublime, committed and cerebral writing style makes it a very interesting read. He never fails to cheer you up with every line, every paragraph. Especially his perspectives from different angles which surpass the spacetime of the setting and the boundaries of proportion.

"It was high time: I was going to discover the inanity of my dreams. In the course of my fantastic gallops, it was reality that I was seeking"

Sartre lost his father at an early age and lived with his maternal grandfather, Carl Schweitzer, a professor at Sarbonne. His father was a naval officer and had only left one instruction for his son, "My son will not join the Navy". Sartre had no one to restrict him in his childhood, he had nothing to claim or cling to. He was small in stature and cross-eyed, hence not accepted in the playground, he resorted to his apartment, specially the sixth floor of that apartment where he wrote, 'on the height where the dreams dwell'. Words saved him, his reading and writing were escapes from the world which had rejected him and he started building a world according to his dreams and fancies.

"In Sainte-Ann's Asylum, a sick man shouted from his bed: 'I'm a prince! Put the Grand Duke under arrest.' Someone went up to him and whispered: 'Wipe your nose!' and he wiped it; he was asked: 'Whats your trade?' and he replied softly: 'A shoemaker,' and started shouting again."

This book is divided into two parts, reading and writing, interesting for readers and writers respectively. Sartre shares his childhood and adolescence experience with books, how he came to be fascinated by them, absorbed in the world of dreams, imagining and living with the characters in the books he read. His favorites, at that time, were tales of chivalrous heroes featured in the magazines and bland literature. One man against all the odds with a happy ending. His grandfather was annoyed by his choice but he let Sartre go on with his little adventure. His grandfather wasn't happy with his writing adventures either, tried to stop him several times. But this, somehow, compelled Sartre to write even more. Sartre writes that later in life, he sometimes used to think that all his writing is just a try, to impress that old man, still sitting beside him.

"I think I should do better today and very much better tomorrow"

Sartre's experience with writing started as a reply to letters which his grandfather used to sent them, his mother, grandmother and himself, when they were spending summer holidays at Arcachon. For his first poetic reply, he got a poem as admiration in response. After the experience of some replies, he shifted to writing prose. He was given a notebook which he titled: "Novel Notebook" and the first story he completed was entitled 'For A Butterfly'.

"Mature writers do not feel like to be congratulated too enthusiastically on their earliest works: but I am sure that it is to me that such compliments give the least pleasure. My best book is the one I am busy writing; immediately after that comes the one most recently published, but I am getting ready, quietly, to loathe it soon afterwards."

Sartre wrote extensively and furiously throughout his life, disliking whatever he wrote before and only liking what he was writing at that specific time. He claimed he felt a sickness if he didn't write. He wrote novels, plays, articles, essays, philosophy and biographies. In the last years of his life he tried writing a biography of Gustav Flaubert, namely 'A Family Idiot', in four volumes. First two volumes were above 2000 pages. The third volume of this biography was the last work Sartre ever wrote. His work on ethics remained unfinished.

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Review: The Power and the Glory

The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene
My rating: 4 of 5 stars



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Review: The Murder of History: A Critique of History Textbooks Used in Pakistan

The Murder of History: A Critique of History Textbooks Used in Pakistan by K.K. Aziz
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Although the writer may seem a bit emotional or sort of exaggerating the things. But it is one of the very honest and true writings explaining the root cause of all the evils in Pakistan. I totally agree with his arguments in the last chapter. I am grateful that i read this book.

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Review: The Plague

The Plague by Albert Camus
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

"So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories. But Tarrou, perhaps, would have called that winning the match"

In one of the chapters Rieux, the protagonist, and Tarrou visit an old asthma patient, somehow they end up at the terrace of the patient's house and Tarrou opens up about his past life. According to Tarrou, he has been afflicted by a plague since very long. It started from the day he went to witness a trial with his father. Those owl eyes of the one being prosecuted and turgid prosecution by his father. He left his comfortable life, his house and ended up joining the resistance movements. These movements or ideologies had their own share of violence and he had the chance to witness a firing squad. The hole in the heart of the victim, pierced by the rain of bullets, put the bad taste in Tarrou's mouth again.

Since then, (Tarrou has realized that) he is a victim of plague of Life. Which side to take: the oppressed or the oppressor. Which ideology to support. How to achieve peace or become a saint. Rational murderer or innocent murderer. The restlessness, confusion and weariness which comes when a person is encountered with such a decision. Each one of us has this plague within ourselves, no one is free from it. For me personally, this chapter is a symbol of Camus' excellence. To express something essential in such a distinctive style.

"All the rest - heath, integrity, purity (if you like) - is a product of the human will, of a vigilance that must never falter"

Apart from a conventional existentialist perspective of life, this book also signifies Camus' views on the prevailing political atmosphere at the time of writing. While his contemporaries were picking their sides with capitalism or communism(more popular in those days), Camus did not justify violence in any form whatever the reason. No better or hopeful end can justify a violent mean.

"a war may well be 'too stupid', that doesn't prevent its lasting. Stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped in ourselves."

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Review: In Cold Blood

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

investigation journalism at its best. this book left a deep impact on me, names and dates i will never be able to forget. the use of perspectives was extraordinary, immense hard work put in the book is quite evident.

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Review: Home Boy

Home Boy by H.M. Naqvi
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

the beginning and ending was brilliant, i was perplexed in the middle as the story seemed too regular and ordinary. the humor is brilliant, especially for a paki reader. plus the name of protagonist is shehzad.

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