Jennifer Egan - A Visit from the Goon Squad. Jennifer Egan is really exceptional. And I am also on instagram now. My user name is frailsoul. (Taken with Instagram)
The river runs, the round world spins,
Dawn and lamplight, midnight, noon
Sun follows day. Night stars and moon.
The day ends, the end begins.
The River, 1946 Rumer Godden
They heard al the Indian evening sounds, sounds that were alien to him, utterly homely and familiar to Harriet: the gongs beating far off in the temple in the bazaar, the creak and knock of the ferryman’s paddle as the ferry came near the bank; the sound of cooking pots being scoured with mud and of a calf bellowing while its mother was milked. There was an evening smell of cooking too, pungent, too raw for their noses with its ghee and garlic and mustard oil; there was the smell of dung fuel burning, and, as they came near the house again, they smelled the cork-tree flowers on the air.” (93)
I love this description of an Indian village in The River, a coming of age novel by Rummer Godden. The novel was made into a beautiful movie in 1951 by Jean Renoir.
|—||Godden, Rummer. The River. London: Pan Books, 2004.|
“Spiritual power was indeed like electricity in that it was thoroughly dangerous. It could perform miracles of good: it could also bring about destruction.”
— from The Bell by Iris Murdoch