![]() ![]() ![]() I believe it’s a futile exercise to discuss the plot of the book because it isn’t the main point. This story is mainly about the author’s quest to understand his mother, Imelda (Em), and her mental illness and an attempt to describe how the rest of them, including his sister Susan and his father Augustine (a.k.a. The title ‘Em and the big Hoom’ doesn’t make sense unless you start the book, or someone explains it to you. Depression means nothing more than the blues, commercially packaged angst, a hole in the ground until you find its black weight settled inside your mother’s chest, disrupting her breathing, leaching her days, and yours, of color and the nights of rest.” “Love is a hollow word which seems at home in song lyrics and greeting cards until you fall in love and discover it’s disconcerting power. There were many passages that made me stop and marvel at how effortlessly the text read but yet delivered quite a blow. Jerry Pinto has a brilliant writing style throughout this book. And when the narrator had similar thoughts and called himself out, I couldn’t not feel as if he wasn’t talking to me, poking my conscious. I’ve had my fair share of such instances. Perhaps knowingly telling yourself a comforting lie. Have you ever had a thought that you felt incredibly guilty for having? Perhaps wishing ill of someone for your own selfish reasons. ![]()
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