Sunday, December 7, 2014

Book Review: Bloodline Bandra: Godfrey Joseph Pereira



Bloodline Bandra, by Godfrey Joseph Pereira is the story of a journey to the farthest extremes of the soul, the intimate objectives or is the story of an escape from all that in a moment of clarity, almost light, that becomes fake and useless. It’s also a precise description of that tension toward freedom, which in the life of some men, that suddenly takes precedence over everyday life, transforming it into the remote past.

The book is carved into distinct parts, with the author moving his protagonist David Cabral, an active gritty boy from the rural hamlet of Pali village to the metropolis of New York and then passing it through a deep introspection and analysis of his ego.

A journalist in his thirties, David’s future is already marked on the road to success, and embodies the archetype of the young Indian who wanted to live his dreams like his friends. The book reads to the end without a moment of weakness of the desire to move forward and has a particular narrative structure, because after David’s arrival in America begins difficult beginnings in the new world, and thereon the plot is complex.

In the first part of the text the look of David on society is deep and probing, able to grasp with lucidity irreverent small and great follies of the work environment in which he participated, as well as the varied humanity that surrounds it in a world that the author, paints like marzipan that is sweet, funny, cloying, basically useless.

In the subsequent part, as David gets enslaved, our protagonist recounts his past, which was an essential step in order to gather the necessary energy and the courage to act. And then the first encounter with his beloved, Japanese cello student Hatsumi Nakamura as he finds himself as a slave finding solitude in love, betrayal, and even boredom with memories cultured in absolutely fluidly written prose, where the author portrays a society once more decadent, so taken from pursuing their dreams of success to have forgotten what are the real reasons of happiness.

In these pages, the author has given, his best; not only as regards the style, but also if not more, for the ability to capture and describe the thoughts and anxieties of the soul with a skill that in this novel is perhaps more simple, genuine, and immediate. All surrounded by a setting of great quality, among which a gloomy, gray, smoky and full of salty air New York that does not bode well, just as if a sword of Damocles inexorably hung on the most abject figures of the American metropolis which, at night, stand as simulacra of ineluctable forces, strong, sparkling, almost obsequious.

Then comes the reverse journey with a trip to that in many ways transforms the desire to pursue a new dream with a direct aim at the margins, in the foreground of some forgotten souls, perhaps to find out the reasons of a collective human failure with a real sacred representation of an ephemeral world and basically empty, with all its aspects rooted filled with lies, pomposity and lush basic injustice.

The truculence, the coldness of the descriptions, the speed of the action, and no-nonsense ruthless mentality are the main qualities that bring out this book well above the average of the genre and it shows a narrative tone almost chivalrous, where petty protagonists indulge in vain to their passionate desires, camping openly memory streams, monologues, dialogues and soliloquies perpetually suspended between a virtuoso and an epic of the past.

The characters are lone wolves persecuted and animated by blind ambition that leads them to consider themselves the representatives par excellence of the American dream where self made men come out of the misery of the suburbs on the wings of their determination and ready to get their hands on the city.

The plot is original, attractive and never dull and in terms of style, it is to emphasize the author's skill in surgically dissecting, and almost impugn a scalpel instead of a pen, the many faces of all the main characters, all of Flowers, and present them to readers with considerable care and meticulousness.

A book by the noir nuances, which has not only the plot as its strength, but that is proposed by a no-nonsense essential writing, to explain to the reader in a piece of white paper, where you can write your own words and your words will give birth to a character and to that character you assign destiny, glory, tragedy, victory or defeat and there will be some people who will live the destiny you have chosen, and believe them to be in that place that is real but imaginary out from here, from this paper.

The author definitely succeeded in this aim, giving us a story, which takes us into the world of dreams. Yes, because the common thread that unites all of the pages of this book are just dreams, where everything seemed possible, thanks to the extraordinary ferment of American society. But even in these social conditions of departure were important for success in life. Only a few managed to emerge after many sacrifices and a little luck.

This book shows us an America not credible, a country capable of abuse and violence but in which the protagonist comes out unscathed from any ugliness' cause it has a species of golden aura that makes it nice to everyone. Captivating from the first page, the pace never drops and keeps the reader glued to the end.

The novel is compelling, very well written, with a well-kept careful prose, without a barb and a large fresco that generates moments of real emotion with the book is recommended to those who have a burning desire to flee and to those who, have the desire to read something real.

Format: Paperback ♥ Pages: 264 ♥ Publisher: HarperCollins ♥ Published: December 2014 ♥ Language: English ♥ ISBN-13: 978-9351364429
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