First, if you plan to answer the questions written in this book in writing, keep it in a safe place. You really don’t want that getting into someone else’s hands, unless you have written all good things about yourself and plan to impress that girl/guy finally!
The questions are simple, and most of them are what you might get in a rapid fire round if you plan to attend some reality talk show, or what you might get from your girlfriend (because I don’t think a boyfriend will ask so many questions, sorry if I offend any men who do!) in the initial days of your love story. It won’t have a life-altering effect, but it will surely make you think for a while.
When I posted this book on my whatsapp status update, I got a very interesting question- can we call this a book?
And that led me to the thought- why do we call anything a book?!
As per definition, a book is a medium for recording information in the form of writing or images, typically composed of many pages together and protected by a cover.
Images and words arranged in a structural format, is it what it is? Then what do we call ‘Ecce Homo’, the ravings of a philosopher about to lose his sanity? Or what about James Joyce’s works? Or if the number of words are to be counted as the criteria, then how about the collections of haikus or verses by Rumi? Don’t they also qualify?
A book is a condensed form of one idea, or many ideas. It may be as defined or desired by the author, or it may be left to the interpretation of the reader in the post modern times, a time which claims that ‘the author is dead’.
Representation of ideas can be in a limited format, letting the reader go between and beyond the words. One such example is of Cesare Aira. He is also a champion of writing books less than 200 pages, saying he cannot bring two ideas in one book. One can also find the kinds of Umberto Eco who devote hundreds of pages to one idea. Both of them are prominent authors and both have their own followers, and some like me follow both of them. The size of their writings is not what defines their content.
Proust is a name known and revered in limited circles, and known for the tomes he had produced ‘In remembrance of the lost time’, interconnecting neuropsychology and Literature. Saramago is equally known for being difficult to comprehend, but taunting one with less number of pages. The depth or profundity of an author is also thus not represented by the structure or number of pages he uses.
Incredulity towards meta narratives have drawn the post modern literature towards rediscovering and reinterpreting the conventional definitions of every part of our life, including books. In such times, a lover of knowledge should be open to deconstructions of one’s own presuppositions of the existing definitions and should expand the horizons of what a concept can be. For every age brings with it new ideas. It is only by adopting and adapting and churning out what’s unacceptable that progress is possible.