I usually don’t publicly speak about my book choices nor review any books. However, Rohinton Mistry knows how to make you love reading all over again with his suave language and send words to tickle the weak spots of your heart. Family matters was a work of rhythmic language, it comes to you like a wave of little moments of happiness, sadness and gratitude.
As a Mumbaikar, this book was an opportunity to know the youth of this city. How different the vast expanse of this island city stretched that still influences hearts in its old age and is even a motivation to live. It is depicted how an old man can influence lives through illness and death and how your actions come to bite you. This wasn’t the type of book I would originally pick off the book shelf, but something made me do it and I haven’t regretted it ever since.
This is probably not the best book I have read, but family matters is certainly the most influential and impressive book there is. The words have the power to engrave themselves in one’s memory and each character is so evergreen, it’s as if you have known each one for your whole life. Which is probably true, since the story screams as the pages are turned in anticipation.
The genre of this book will not please a teenager or any youth. Nobody wants to know the grievances of anybody they don’t know because everyone has their own share. But then why this book would be written? This is a painting, where each stroke of the brush tears the paper and leaves an everlasting mark which reminds you how life can turn around without your consent and soon the rainbows and rain all mix into each other.
This is a masterpiece which I believe is worth being hung on the wall and looked upon each day.
Read this enthralling novel people! If not for the entangling domestic drama but for the history of the vitality and corruption of Mumbai. For all the amazing characters that you can identify with, for the luxury of understanding how beautiful your own life is.
I hope this book gets popular through blogging! Reading is magical.
The summary: At the age of seventy-nine, Nariman Vakeel already suffering from Parkinson’s disease, breaks an ankle and finds himself wholly dependent on his family. His stepchildren, Coomy and Jal, have a spacious apartment, but are too squeamish and resentful to tend to his physical needs.
Nariman must now turn to his younger daughter and her husband and two sons, who share a small crowded home. Their decision will test not only their material resources but in ways all their tolerance, compassion and integrity.
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