The Famished Road By Ben Okri

Review of Ben Okri's The Famished Road.
The Famished Road by Ben Okri

Okay so this won the Booker prize and has a multitude of positive reviews, but I couldn’t finish it. Briefly, its the story of a spirit-child who is born for a short while in the real world but who’s command is to return to the spirit world when still a child. The child disobeys and wishes to stay in the real world (I’m reminded of Wim Wenders’ Wings of Desire and Far Away, So Close, as a conceit only). The spirit world try to take him back to their world. But do I care? No because what plot there is it is slow in coming to and is drowned out by the extensive ‘magic-realism’, or the fevered hallucinations that have way too much prominence in the book. I get that the magic-realism is to be taken allegorically and symbolically of the beginnings of an African state after decolonization and that there may be something universally profound in the story, but I feel that it is two hundred pages too long and would have benefited by being more concise with more emphasis put on the plot. I’m sure many of you will disagree with me. Please use the comment section with your thoughts.

Big Sur, by Jack Kerouac

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An interpretive review of Kerouac’s Big Sur

A laugh that dully sinks into the wood of the cabin while the flicker from the gas lamp almost dies amongst the garbage of wasted life.

I wander down to the roar of the ocean in the dark tripping and hopping over the descending landscape of reeds rocks cavities everything

and sit crevice like in the sand before the crashing waves waves that tell me that everything’s an eternal circle that you’ve lived before and again

that your laughter becomes a retort a life giving retort to the endlessness of everything and a life giving source to yourself.

The End.

The city and old friends and the shit they provide is the new Dharma a meditation on crazy a meditation on deepening loss of control

of contented deep knowledge of the other and some kind of internal touch spiritual yet sexual or an ideal based on an ideal.

But then theres calm not quite resignation a sense of closure that this love won’t happen that Jack will go back home settle and write again.

And his explanatory language blows like stardust over whole phenomena as always.