A Passage to India - E.M. Forster, Pankaj Mishra, Oliver Stallybrass

What a beautiful piece about the sad limitation of humanity when bridging cultures. It's uncomfortable, poignant, lovely, and human.


I don't know how much more I can say, since there is actually little plot to the work itself, the pages being driven by description, be it of places, of people and their relationships, of mundane clashes of two cultures emulsified. And by dialogues. God, those meandering dialogues. There is no other word, even if it sounds like I got bored by them, because not only I wasn't, I found them so... so... well beautiful. Right there with the end page, from over which I'm still sucking up my snot, because...


I give up. I can't do it justice. If you are into long worded, slow paced classics, just read.