My take on “Lives of others” and “The house without windows”. It gave me a great sense of accomplishment when I finished “The Silk Roads”. A 600 page Magnus Opus by Peter Frankopan, it was a crash course on the major threads running through history of the world in the last 3000 years. I felt that I was sitting in a time machine seeing the characters who had shaped their times very closely. The author had shown me the picture, telling me all about it without letting me know what he felt about it. He had told the story. The good and the bad were for me to decide. I had been entertained by the book. Yet, upon completion I felt tired. Every page of the book, though lucidly written, had so much trivia that often one had to literally keep the book down and absorb as much of it as possible. I am not that good a sponge, anyway. I needed a break. A break to recuperate and rekindle the fire I have had for historical, non-fiction literature. In other words, I needed fiction. ...
Collection of human experiences.