Author: Swati

  • Tower of Babylon by Ted Chiang: Summary Explained and Review

    Tower of Babylon by Ted Chiang: Summary Explained and Review

    “It is true that we work with the purest of aims, but that doesn’t mean we have worked wisely.”

    With his award-winning short story, Tower of Babylon, Ted Chiang takes us on an exhilarating exploration of the age-old myth of the Tower of Babel.

    In this science fiction short story, Ted Chiang challenges the principles of cosmology which were widely accepted by the masses at the time, by a discovery as fantastic as the construction mega-project itself.

    This might come as a surprise to some, considering the top-notch content and the awards that it has to its name, including the 1991 Nebula award, but this is Chiang’s first published work!

    Tower of Babylon: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story is set in Ancient Babylon, where the construction of a majestic tower has been going on in full swing for many years; the tower is almost about to touch the heavens.

    Our protagonist Hillalum is a miner that has been brought in from Elam with several others to work on digging up to Yahweh’s vaults to be able to see Yahweh and his creations.

    After a feast in the town and having absorbed all the town’s excitement for an eventual rendezvous with Yahweh’s world, Hillalum and his friend set off on their journey to climb the tower. 

    Although a little bit apprehensive about their ultimate work and scared about the heights they have been traversing, they get used to the routine and the job requirements. They pass workers coming down and dwellers as they continue to ascend.

    On their rather strange journey to the top to dig up the vaults, Hillalum and his friend see extraordinary sights – night traveling up the tower, rain drying up from one level of the tower to another, plants growing downwards and sideways for sunlight. 

    Through the miracle of astute engineering, dwellers living at unimaginable heights can also farm limited varieties of vegetables. Although he perceives their life as difficult, he can only sense an upbeat mood from fellow workers or dwellers.

    They eventually reach the vault, a featureless plain that stretched endlessly in all directions. Their ascent now became slower than before as most of the crew were disoriented with the sight of something that was so-otherworldly to them.

    They are also worried that they might hit the reservoir lying above them and this would bring a second deluge into the world. They eventually come to an agreement to exercise caution and use safe digging techniques prescribed by Egyptians. 

    After priests seek forgiveness and offer prayers – the work to dig up the vault begins. The Elamites and the Egyptians continued working on the tunnel and this went on for years until one day, the reservoir breaks.

    Hillalum and a few others get trapped, and with their descent locked out, they have no option but to count on the water current, helping them float to reach closer to the surface.

    Struggling against the water currents and unable to hold his breath any longer, Hillalum starts drowning when suddenly he felt air above the water. The sight that awaits him when he gains full consciousness blows his mind. He realized that he was now on earth again.

    Tower of Babylon: Review, Quotes & My Thoughts

    I find the story surreal on many different levels- The fantastic nature of the project, tremendous engineering, transportation, curious natural phenomena – you name it. Vivid imagery by Chiang is breathtaking. 

    Consider these for example:

    “The earth was growing a limb into the sky.”

    One cannot help but imagine what something like that would mean; thanks to Chiang and his very tangible description of the tower, imagining and appreciating the magnificence of it all becomes much easier.

    “Hillalum imagined that he stood in the black gullet of Yahweh, as the mighty one drank deep of the waters of heaven, ready to swallow the sinners.”

    The story takes place back in the era where geocentric models were the truth. Chiang creates a perfectly human description of what fears would plague people that lived in those times. 

    “Yet now that he stood at the base of the tower, his senses rebelled, insisting that nothing should stand so high.”

    This is innate human nature. Isn’t it? Working relentlessly towards a goal and upon getting very close to realizing it, finding it all futile? Curiosity and homeostasis are not friends. 

    “Yahweh had not asked men to build the tower or to pierce the vault; the decision to build it belonged to men alone, and they would die in this endeavor just as they did in any of their earthbound tasks.”

    In Psychology, there is a term called Self Serving bias that means that all good in your life is your doing and everything unwanted is specifically not that. The acceptance of the simple truth of every manifestation in your life as your own doing is crippling and empowering at the same time.

    “Centuries of their labor would not reveal to them any more of Creation than they already knew. Yet through their endeavor, men would glimpse the unimaginable artistry of Yahweh’s work, in seeing how ingeniously the world had been constructed. By this construction, Yahweh’s work was indicated, and Yahweh’s work was concealed.”

    Somewhere in the beginning of the story, a trowel is said to be much more valuable than a human life. Loss of a trowel means debt for the bricklayer for months, while loss of a man leaving his trowel behind is a mere inconvenience. Work goes on. Life goes on. Hillalum tries to understand the reason behind this incongruent behavior but is laughed at. 

    “He would die closer to heaven than any man had ever before.”

    Man and his unending quest to stand out, regardless of the kind of circumstances he finds them in. It’s embedded in human nature so profoundly that even the gravest of circumstances cannot deter him from reaching out quickly to sip from the overflowing river of ego. Even at that moment of impending death, Hillalum felt proud.

    In his story notes Ted Chiang mentioned that the story was inspired by a conversation with his friend. The world certainly needs more of such conversations.

  • Happiness by Anton Chekhov: Summary, Analysis and Review

    Happiness by Anton Chekhov: Summary, Analysis and Review

    You may not be an Eckhart Tolle fan, but you do not need to be one to see the meaning in this. 

    “Don’t seek happiness. If you seek it, you won’t find it, because seeking is the antithesis of happiness. Happiness is ever elusive, but freedom from unhappiness is attainable now, by facing what is rather than making up stories about it.”

    He is not the only person that said that either. We have our publishers churning out treatises, the so-called experts giving us a step-by-step guide on how to achieve this ‘blissful’ state.

    Some focus on continually evolving daily routines in constant pursuit of this elusive beast. And to quote from a scene from a lovely cinematic rendition of Chris Gardner’s life struggles Pursuit of Happyness, “why is happiness always a pursuit?”

    This quest for happiness isn’t a new thing either. It is centuries-old, evoking interest from philosophers and authors alike.

    Lucky for us, the beloved Russian Author Anton Chekhov was one of them as well. 

    And in putting his pen to paper, out came this gem of a short story called Happiness. It was first published way back in 1887 in Novoye Vremya. This was translated into many languages in the author’s short lifetime.

    Happiness by Anton Chekhov: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story revolves mainly around a conversation that two shepherds are having – one, a toothless eighty-year-old man and another, a poor young man guarding a flock of sheep. 

    Both these individuals are spending the night by a broad steppe road when a rich and authoritative-looking stranger arrives on a horse to ask the shepherds a light for his pipe. 

    The old man, assuming the stranger to be rich since he didn’t know him, proceeds with a conversation around a wicked old man called Zhmenya, who fashioned a conversation with women to be more suitable than attending church or larking in the street with lads.

    He was cursed so much so that even melons whistled in his presence, and pikes laughed.

    The old shepherd proceeds to recount a myriad of mysterious circumstances brought upon by this evil man’s presence, including the one whereupon being flogged, Zhmenya brought throat illness to the whole village.

    Zhenya’s knowledge of where the treasure’s location made him invincible, which the old shepherd seemed to hate the most about him. 

    Apparently, they are all surrounded by treasure, but under a spell to not be able to see it. It was only Zhmenya that was able to see them, but like a dog in the manger, he dies without digging the treasure or confiding in anyone about the treasure’s whereabouts.

    The old man seems to be really passionate about treasures and has a bitter memory of a variety of failed attempts at locating them, including some of his own.

    Some of his disappointment is also mirrored by the stranger, who, while listening to the treasure stories, feels a bit solemn himself.

    While still distracted by the old man’s stories, he takes his leave.

    The young shepherd, still looking to hear some fresh stories from the old shepherd asks the old man for some more, when he replies in a very distracted manner that he intends to dig up the place where the treasure is supposed to be.

    When asked by the young man what he plans to do if he finds it this time, the old man is clueless.

    The young man discovers that he was not interested in the fortune itself but the fantastic fairy tale character of human happiness.

    Happiness by Chekov: Review and My thoughts

    Full disclosure: This is not my favorite work from Anton Chekhov, but it comes close. What I love about this short story is that it packs the message about in the most splendid of ways in the fewest words possible. 

    He doesn’t call happiness something it is not. He presents it the way it is in all of its majestic ambiguity. 

    I loved many things about this story.. even his portrayal of sheep; at one point, it felt to me like Chekhov had become the sheep when he was talking about them.

    Consider this for example:

    Their (Sheep’s) thoughts, tedious and oppressive, called forth by nothing but the broad steppe and the sky, the days and the nights, probably weighed upon themselves, crushing them into apathy,and standing as though they are rooted to the earth, they noticed neither the presence of a stranger nor the uneasiness of the dogs.

    When he talks about the old man- the way he thinks, and why he considers Zhemnya to be possessed by evil – looks serious but is comical if you peel off that layer of Russian Sombriety.

    I have observed that if any man of the peasant class is apt to be silent, takes up with old women’s jobs, and tries to live in solitude, there is no good in it.

    The way the old man’s passionate recounting of treasure hunt tales and his disappointment rubs off on the sophisticated stranger.

    Your elbow is near, but you can’t bite it. There is fortune, but there is not the wit to find it.

    The old man’s absolute certainty in knowing the precise location of the treasure. I must admit that this sexist remark pinched me, but then he was 80 years old from a world a century and a half ago. I will let that snide remark pass.

    I didn’t tell Panteley – God be with him- but you know that in that writing, the place was marked out so that even a woman could find it. 

    What I also found interesting was that it was the old man , tired and almost invalid, who had this inexplicable passion for looking for the treasure while the young man was wise and balanced.

    Alexandar Chekhov’s, Anton’s elder brother, said in praise of this story:

    “Well, my friend, you’ve made quite a stir with your last ‘steppe’ subbotnik. This piece is wonderful. Everybody talks about it.”

    Now, I know that there is nothing new about this knowledge – either on Happiness or Chekhov’s writing prowess. Happiness is a unicorn on the human emotional spectrum for many. And at the very minimum, for the ones that are in the constant quest for it.

    We are all a little bit like Chekhov’s old shepherd, aren’t we?

  • Crazy Glue by Etgar Keret: Summary, Analysis and Review

    Crazy Glue by Etgar Keret: Summary, Analysis and Review

    What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you read these two words:

    Crazy glue

    I bet you can recall at least an incident or two about crazy glue – maybe you were the victim to whom the ‘crazy glue’ happened, or you were the one that gave someone their ‘crazy glue’ moment. 

    There are so many stories available on ‘crazy glue incidents’ of people’s lives – some tragic and some outright comical. I will let Google be your friend on that search.

    So why are we talking about it?

    Enter Etgar Keret and his remarkable short story Crazy Glue.

    Etgar Keret takes crazy glue beyond the physical realms into something much more. Crazy glue is a story about a couple who seem to be struggling in their marriage – nothing will stand out for you initially till our beloved ‘crazy glue’ is introduced. 

    Here’s how:

    Crazy Glue: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The wife asks the husband not to touch ‘it’ as it is super glue. The husband asks what the glue was for, to which, upon not finding a satisfactory answer, expresses his irritation – unable to understand why she is fixated on ‘buying all this crap.’ 

    The wife retorts with ‘of course!’, mentioning that she buys these things for the same reason that she married him: ‘to kill time.’

    The husband is in no mood to get into a fight, and so is the wife; the fight that never happened, ended there. 

    The husband asks if the glue is any good, and the wife shows him a picture of a guy that seems to be hanging from the ceiling with his shoes glued there. The husband mentions that to be impossible and points her to look at – what he believes are flaws in this presentation. She does not look. He then rushes off to work.

    At work, the husband calls someone named Mindy, with whom he seems to be having an affair. He mentions to her that he will not be able to make it that day as his wife might suspect something. Mindy expresses her confusion about the husband still being in a relationship with his wife when they were hardly doing anything together. 

    They were so apart that they were not even fighting anymore. The relationship was completely dead. 

    Mindy begins crying; the husband consoles her by saying that he will come the next day and lies to end that conversation early.

    The husband returns home. He calls her name but gets no answer. The odd thing he notices is that the super glue tube is completely empty, and his wife has glued the chairs and tables to the floor and has glued the fridge shut. 

    He is puzzled by his wife’s behavior. She had been reasonably sane so far. It just wasn’t like her. 

    He tried to call her to see if she was at her mother’s but was furious to see that she had glued the receiver as well.

    It is then he hears her laughing – a laugh that seemed to be coming from up above him. She was hanging upside down from the living room ceiling. It looked like she had glued her feet to the ceiling. 

    Completely flabbergasted at this point, he assures her that he will get her down safely, seeking help from outside if needed. He stacks a pile of books and climbs on top to pull her down from the ceiling, but nothing happens.

    He reassures her, to which the wife responds, amazingly calm and still laughing, “I’m not going anywhere.”

    At this point, the husband starts laughing too. She finds her very pretty, natural, and incongruous and reaches out to kiss her on the lips; they kiss passionately.

    The books slipped out from under the husband’s feet, who is now hanging by her lips. 

    Crazy Glue: Analysis and My Thoughts

    I loved how poignant the story is, and how power-packed it is with emotions. To top it all, he used so few words to convey so many messages. I am fangirling over it right now, but I will rein in my excitement and point out a few excerpts that stood out for me.

    “There’s nothing that needs gluing together,” I snapped. “I can’t understand why you buy all this crap.”

    “The same reason I married you,” she shot back, “to kill time.”

    The usual couple banter. Isn’t it? (Unless you are one of those couples that get along on everything, because in that case, R-E-S-P-E-C-T!).

    The conversation is so relatable. I have heard a variation of this dialogue by every couple I know. Keret’s understanding of the couple banter is on point. 

    I didn’t feel like getting into a fight, so I kept quiet, and so did she.

    ‘I don’t see why you stay with her,” she whispered in the end. “The two of you never do anything. You don’t even bother fighting anymore. I can’t figure out why you go on like this. I just don’t get what’s holding you together. I don’t get it,” she said again.

    Again, to its core, this is such an astute observation. Lack of communication kills a relationship, and it’s the same thing that was happening there. The couple didn’t fight. This indicates that they are not putting in efforts into their relationship, as if they are convinced that it is beyond repair.

    And then..

    She was so pretty and so incongruous, hanging upside down from the ceiling that way. With her long hair dangling downward and her breasts molded like two per­fect teardrops under her white T-shirt. So pretty. I climbed back up onto the pile of books and kissed her.

    Yes, they seemed to have fallen out of love, the husband cheating on her and wife apparently knowing this treachery, choosing not to talk as she is too indifferent to care.

    The husband engaging in an affair simply to keep out the boredom and avoid confrontation. Just like the crazy glue, they have shut each other out of their lives with a striking passive force.

    But here, he brings the silver lining: the spark is still there. It’s just that the things that brought that couple together had faded into the background. 

    But now, when they laughed together, the memories had all come rushing back and so had the passion. But does it end there?

    My fiercely romantic side would say Yes! They live happily ever after. But my pragmatic side (I do have one, and I am amazed at that myself!) does not agree. It says it is another roller coaster ride. 

    Highs and lows – guess that’s common between your friendly neighborhood stock market and and your neighbor’s (and may be your own) marriage(s).

    Kyle Smith once remarked, ‘Keret can do more with six paragraphs than most writers can with 600 pages’

    I couldn’t agree more. AND there is nothing crazy about that.

    So, what’s your crazy glue story? We would love to hear from you!

  • Charles by Shirley Jackson: Summary, Analysis and Review

    Charles by Shirley Jackson: Summary, Analysis and Review

    For those of you that loved The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, here comes another tale, less fictional and more realistic, atleast to the relatively new parents out there. It’s about Shirley Jackson’s early trysts with raising children that were, more often than not, outside her comprehension and control.

    Loosely based on events from her own life while raising children in the 1940s, this is a humorous tale about gullible parents and the problematic child. 

    Charles by Shirley Jackson: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story revolves around a very young kid, Laurie, who has recently started Kindergarten. His mother is disheartened at the end of an era where his kid’s clothes have changed from a bib to jeans and a shirt and him enjoying the company of an older girl, not looking back to say goodbye to his mother.

    At the end of the first day, when asked what he learned that day, Laurie quickly mentions that he “didn’t learn nothing” and quickly goes on to mention that a kid called Charles was spanked by the teacher for being ‘fresh’. 

    A similar thing happens the day after, where Charles is the highlight of Laurie’s day. Charles was bad again today. He hit a teacher.

    The parents, flabbergasted, had hardly digested the news when Laurie plays a trick with his dad that ends up with him saying to his dad, ’Gee, you are dumb.’

    His parents continue questioning him about the events of the day and get to know that the reason for Charles hitting the teacher was simply an instruction to use a color of crayon that he didn’t particularly like. 

    The events that follow get considerably more interesting. Charles, the little class rebel, seems to have become a highlight in all of Laurie’s daily reports – and has become a name evoking much interest in their household. 

    Charles had all sorts of misbehavior under his belt – hitting a teacher, hitting fellow children, teaching classmates bad words, disrupting class, to name a few.

    What seems curious is that Laurie mimics that behavior at home. His mother sees this and worries that Charles is a bad influence on her sweet little son. Charles is such a name in the household that they start calling mischief as ‘pulling a Charles’.

    Laurie’s mother is looking forward to the PTA meeting, hoping to see Charles’ mother, who in her mind, would be the most haggard-looking woman at the meeting, thanks to being the mischief-maker’s mom.

    She does not see anyone who matches that description. 

    She meets the teacher and is surprised to discover that Laurie had difficulty adjusting to Kindergarten and that he has been improving now.

    She discards that input considering it nothing but Charles’s fault.

    The teacher is visibly confused hearing that name and tells her that they do not have any student named Charles, leaving it to an implicit conclusion that it was Laurie and not Charles that was causing all the trouble at school.

    Charles: Review and My Thoughts

    “Yes,” I said, laughing, “you must have your hands full in that kindergarten, with Charles.” “Charles?” she said. “We don’t have any Charles in the kindergarten.”

    These two lines from the story encapsulate the complete story in them. 

    How often do we look inward when questioned? 

    How often is it the neighbor’s kid’s fault when our kid gets into a fight? 

    And how often are other parents credulous having a kid ‘pull such a thing’ straight under their noses?

    Guess ostriches are not the only creatures that close their eyes and believe that their hunter (problem) went away.

    Its never our (our kids’) fault, Is it?

    Shirley Jackson amazes us once again with her astute observations and excellent penmanship!

  • The Love of a Good Woman by Alice Munro: Summary and Review

    The Love of a Good Woman by Alice Munro: Summary and Review

    Where would your mind take you if someone said the words ‘the love of a good woman’ to you?

    If your mind quickly takes you to classic romantic movies of yore, a wife tirelessly sacrificing her life for her husband, you are the same as the rest of us.

    What’s more is that this titular story from this short story collection by Alice Munro is going to take you and that notion of yours for a ride.

    The Love of a Good Woman: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story is a four part plot that starts in Walley. The first part – Jutland – begins with a museum.

    A very strange exhibit is being displayed in the museum, a red box containing medical instruments which were once owned by an optometrist D.M. Willens.

    Mr. Willens tragically drowned in the Peregrine river, in what seemed like an accident. The submerged body and car were discovered by three young boys – Cece, Bud and Jimmy.

    Bud and Jimmy fail to inform their parents of their discovery, feel guilty about not doing so the first day. They try to go and meet Mrs. Willens, who seems to be completely unaware of her husband’s absence, hands the boys flowers to take home and retires back home.

    The news does finally reach the police and Mr. Willens death is now known, and three of those boys have new nickname now: Deadman.

    Part two makes an abrupt change to what seems like a completely different setting. (This reminded me of the time when I first read the Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle and the abrupt plot change somewhere in the middle).

    We are now tracing the life of Enid, a saintly soul as her mother calls her, is a middle aged nurse. She is currently employed by the Quinns, taking care of an ailing Mrs. Quinn, who is dying of a kidney failure.

    Mr. Quinn is a farmer and an old classmate of Enid’s. They have two daughters.

    Mr Quinn is shown to be a silent man, while Mrs Quinn is a cranky woman, who constantly whines about everything including her husband’s absence, albeit a lack of it doesn’t seem to comfort her much.

    Enid, who is regarded by her mother as a saint for her selflessness, is constantly tormented by erotic dreams and is ashamed by them.

    Part three connects the earlier two parts of the story by establishing a link between Mr Willens and this family, when one fine day, Mrs Quinn starts talking to Enid about Mr Willen’s death.

    In her version of the events that led up to Mr WIllen’s death, Mr Willens, a lecherous old man, was touching her inappropriately while examining her.

    Rupert, having witnessed this, in a rage of passion, grabs Mr Willens and bangs his head on the floor till he dies.

    Suddenly realizing that Mr Willens is dead, Mrs Quinn proposes to dispose of the body in the nearby river in his car so as to make it look like an accident. She helps Mr. Quinn carry out this plan.

    In a flashback, it is also shown how Enid having once seen his father with another woman, is silenced by her mother saying that it might have been a figment of her imagination

    Fourth part of the story deals with the events that follow Mrs. Quinn’s death.

    Enid, who seems to have developed feelings for Mr Quinn, is torn between her desire for companionship and her moral obligation to do what is right, which is to expose Rupert for the crime he committed.

    There is no way for her to be sure that Mrs Quinn’s version of events was real or a figment of her imagination spouted by her disturbed mind in a diseased body. She devises a scheme to test Rupert, by asking him to row her out in the middle of the river and then letting him know what Mrs. Quinn told her.

    Rupert will then have the choice to kill her and remove all the evidence of his crime.

    The story closes with Rupert getting the oars while Enid waits for him and her fate at the riverbank. What happens next, is totally left to reader’s imagination.

    Want to read The Love of a Good Woman?

    The Love of a Good Woman is a short story which is published in a collection of short stories called The Love of a Good Woman. This collection won the Giller Prize and National Book Critics circle prize. You can use the links given below to check the price of this book:

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    The Love of a Good Woman: Review and My Thoughts

    This short story collection by Munro went on to win many accolades – including the prestigious Giller Prize and National Book Critics Circle prize.

    There is a reason why this story is celebrated the way it is. Such an astute description of a world built on lies! How change of perspective completely changes the story and that perception, more often than not is usually based off only a cursory understanding of events. The deeper you go, the more you discover.

    It’s endearing to see that how remarkably real her characters are. As always she does magic with her kid characters, the way only she can. Consider for example the time that she has spent with the three kids – Cece, Bud and Jimmy.

    The way she captures their innocence and their dark worlds is haunting.

    Some endearing quotes from The Love of a Good Woman

    And yet they hardly thought of each other as friends. They would never have designated someone as a best friend or a next best friend, or joggled people around in this position as girls did.

    This brought back a flurry of childhood memories, where nothing in the world mattered more than your  friend reciprocating the esteemed honor of best friendship bestowed upon them.

    Those walking home for dinner were mostly men. The women were already there- they were there all the time. But some women of middle age worked in store or offices for the reasons that were not their fault.

    A little depiction of what the old world looked like, where women had very specific responsibilities in the family, it’s hard to believe that this was our world not very long ago. Working women a fault. Hmm.. Oh how the times have  changed and thanks for that!

    A little sibling jocularity coming from Munro is the sweetest kind. This does not fail to put a nostalgic smile to my face every time I read it.

    In a family of mostly females, a boy remarks about his sisters

    “They stationed  themselves in front of every mirror in the house with the shelf underneath always loaded with bobby pins, pennies, buttons, bits of pencils”. Ah, the young vanity!

    And then the sibling playfulness, the elder and the mighty playing with a younger one’s limited understanding of things around.

    “Look, She’s putting lumps in the mashed potatoes again. He had his brother convinced that lumps were something that you added , like raisins to a rice pudding from a supply in the cupboard”

    This is a perfect description of a mother with too many quarelling young kids to manage. This is in fact too real for me.

    “Leave that pie alone. Stop swearing. Stop tattle-telling. Grow up”

    You would feel that this can not be topped. Yet Munro seamlessly transitions from the children’s world to the adult world staying as true to the characters, as it possibly can be done. I marvelled at her deft maneuvering of both the worlds.

    “Enid thought she knew what this meant, this spite and venom, the energy saved for ranting. Mrs.Quinn was flailing about for an enemy. Sick people grew to resent well people, and sometimes that was true of husbands and wives, or even of mothers and their children.”

    By the time I was done reading the novel, I wondered and wondered, went on a lot of journeys. To the past and to the future. To memories with my siblings, to my classmates growing up, my girlfriends, my workplace, my mother, and that’s hell of an after effect of any story one could read. 

    Alice Munro is often touted as Master of Contemporary short stories. And this book is a window to the reason behind that.