An intriguing title indeed. Mark Adams follows the route Hiram Bingham took to Machu Picchu, when he ‘discovered’ it. The book traces the journey of the both men, undertaken in very different times, the joys and challenges of their travels. Written with wit and humor, the book is pleasant reading. However, when Adams starts writing about his second trip, the book loses its thread and becomes unhinged.
Read, if you are interested in Machu Picchu , or are planning to visit.
Pure, unadulterated drudgery. One-dimensional characters, repetitive situations, plot flaws, it had everything. The book starts with a cliché story, of an unhinged ex-soldier, taking it out on his wife and daughter. Half-way though, the man gets banished, and you start hoping, only to be rewarded with another cliché story of young, forbidden love. The only thing that worked in the book were Hannah’s descriptions of Alaska.
Don’t even think about it.
Coates offers advice to his son on the race politics in the United States. On what does it mean to be a black person in this country. The fear of a father of his son getting hurt by a police force that is hopelessly prejudiced, the streets where one wrong move can mean end of life, the ghettoing of an entire race – Coates writes with a visceral lucidity that brings these to life. It makes you think and take a look at the continuous divide that is not going away anytime soon. Sadly, Coates doesn’t offer a solution. Even though his anger at decades of slavery and his bitterness with who he calls ‘the dreamers’ is justified, you are left looking for answers in the end.
Read, for a quick introduction to race relations in the US.
The glorydays of ‘Atonement’ are past. McEwan spins out an entire novel out of a minor incident. So did ‘Atonement’, one can argue. However, the canvas was much bigger in ‘Atonement’, the novel spanned many years and there was WWII as the backdrop. ‘The Children Act’ by comparison, is tame.