Priyanka Chopra Jonas
To write an honest autobiography one needs perspective. Perspective, that comes from distancing oneself from ones life events. Often, age creates that distance.
It brings fearlessness, a couldn’t-care-less attitude that allows one to be honest, brutally so. It allows one to name names, to call out people or practices or ideas. It allows one to admit ones mistakes, to look upon them with mellowed eyes, to feel genuinely sorry to or to laugh them away.
Those are the things that make for a good read and that’s where Unfinished loses out.
Book Title: The Housekeeper and the Professor
Author: Yoko Ogawa
Translator: Stephen Snyder
Relationships spring up in the strangest places, between the most unlikely people. And it is these relationships that make for the best stories. The Housekeeper and the Professor is one such tale – the story of a friendship between a housekeeper and a professor. ‘Friendship’ might not even be the right word here. It’s more a connection forged through the housekeeper’s kindness and empathy.
When I sat to do this piece, one thing became clear that if I had a choice and the ability, the occupation I would have crafted for myself would have involved books, food and magic and of course people, friendly people.
Not for me the life of an adventurer, not a spy or a mountain climbing braveheart. No sir! I’d much rather be with a bunch of people I like, talking to them about books in a cafe, weaving some kind of magic and/or cooking up something delicious.
It’s entirely another matter that I can barely cook to save my life and also that outside books, I’m a practical Capricorn who hardly believes in magic.