Name : The Distaste Of The Earth
Author : Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih
Genre : Historical literary fiction
My 💭:
[03/10/24 11.18 PM]
I can't quite explain what I am feeling right now after finishing this book. I found this book to be relatable and heartbreaking at the same time.
I'm not sure whether historical literary fiction is the correct genre for this book, because there's an otherworldly mythical aspect to it as well. First of all, the writing style of the author is something spun from magic - lyrical and transcendental. Even though each para had many many details, not once I could glaze over. This book felt like the haunting melody of Manik Raitong, that would leave you restless and pierce your soul.
The story begins with lives of a few residents in a village, all in their own uniqueness forms the heart of the village. But the main story starts around the 2nd half of the book with Manik's story, or rather tragedy. His life taught me that maybe some lives were meant for suffering only - without any reason whatsoever. If you had asked me a month ago, I would not have reached this conclusion, but I do now, because of my circumstances and I believe it now. At least Manik had someone to blame for most of his misfortunes, but I don't have that luxury. But he gave me a very necessary realisation, all thanks to his animal friends - something my own mind has been building towards :
"Be alone as much as possible; you cannot hurt yourself."
But what's the chance of me reading this book NOW, that I was supposed to read months ago? And I'm quite sure that if I had read it earlier, the story would have been different. The soul of this book matched mine. Idk what God or Fate is trying to tell me by giving me this book. It opened up a whole can of worms in my mind. Maybe acceptance of life as a suffering? Because that's what life is, an unhappy ending waiting to happen. And I finally understand why Prince Siddhartha renounced society on that day. I do.