it takes deep deep maturity to churn out something like Mister Pip... the first confession i have to make is that, this novel is totally unlike any other i have read... it is a different writing genre altogether... it talks of a different geography, it talks of different types of people, it talks of a different lifestyle... but that is hardly what sets it apart...
Matilda, the narrator, could have been any girl, anywhere... her love for language, her love for Charles Dickens and her respect for her teacher, Mr Watts... all of this is global, perfectly identifiable... in fact, her whole relationship with her mentor could have reflections in our own lives... touching is what the description is, but nowhere mushy, nowhere gone overboard...
storytelling is an art and all do not have it... that Lloyd Jones has it in abundant measure is just the tip of the iceberg... in Matilda, he has captured a timeless individual who is not trapped by geography to appeal to anyone who loves the printed word...
my tribute to Mister Jones is that I am already on Chapter 3 of Great Expectations, the first time after I read it in school... and i can see Matilda all over... i am also retreiving so many fragments, so many bits of the story i read long back...
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