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Si j’attends d’avoir écrit une critique complète de chaque livre avant de vous le recommander, je risque bien de ne jamais le faire…
Il est temps de se jeter à l’eau!
Des yeux pour entendre par Oliver Sacks.
Critiques sur epinions.com (anglais).
Ce livre est une formidable présentation du monde des sourds. Il explore en profondeur les caractéristiques du langage des signes comme langue, et son influence sur le développement et l’épanouissement de ceux qui le parlent.
Un avertissement, toutefois: on court le risque de s’inscrire à des cours une fois le livre terminé!
If I wait to write complete reviews of books before recommending them to you, I might never do it.
Let’s get going!
Seeing Voices by Oliver Sacks.
Reviews on epinions.com.
This book is a great introduction to the world of the deaf. It explores in depth the characteristics of Sign as a language, and its influence on the mind and development of those who use it.
A word of warning, however: you might find yourself taking up classes to learn Sign by the end of the book!
I’ve finished reading the Chronicles of Narnia (by C. S. Lewis). It must be at least the fifth time I’m reading them.
Another author who has kept me company lately is Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I read One Hundred Years of Solitude a year or two back (it kept me breathless), and during my week-end in England I finished Love in the Time of Cholera.
Orange has just hired me to convert their training manuals to HTML (from Powerpoint).
: )
No further comment needed, I suppose!
Apart from that, I have just come back from a week-end in Birmingham with Somak, Aleika, and Akirno. It was really nice to see them again.
Winter is here, and with it, my exams are approaching fast. That means that I will be spending less hours fiddling with my site and writing sometimes meaningless blog entries, and more time in my books. In some way, I’m looking forward to it.
I just realised that I forgot to mention I had killed the music section. If I want to suggest a music pick to you, I’ll do it here.
Apart from that, I’m not really happy with the look of my site. I’ve tried changing all the fonts to Verdana, but I’m not even sure it’s better. The size of my titles collides with my text.
Sure, teeny winsy fonts look much more “pro” – but I have such a hard time reading them that I can’t bring myself to put them on my site.
I know my site lacks graphics, I have been planning to put up some pictures for nearly a year and a half, now. Only before that, I need to sort my slides and scan them – as for creating graphics, forget about it: I can’t draw to save my life.
The “comments” feature is now functional (except it doesn’t show the number of comments on the link), so go ahead and use it as much as you please – I’ll be happy to read them comments, you know…
There – done with the whining. Though if you have any constructive solutions, I’d be glad to hear them!!
I feel an itch to write about India. All these classes on Indian culture at university are bringing me back there.
There are so many things I have to say.
For a start, here is what I have been telling people these last three (heavens!) months when they ask me the usual questions.
So, how was the trip? Tell me about it!
I must admit I’m sick of hearing this question. And as university has just started, I’m again meeting a whole bunch of people I haven’t seen in over a year and who are impatient for news.
The trip was overall a very positive experience but the first three months were really hard… >>>
Would you say India is “behind” the West?
As much as I would like to be able to say that cultures are not to be hierarchically classified, and that they are all equal, but different, my experience of India has somewhat disturbed this position. Let me explain… >>>
I must admit I’m sick of hearing this question. And as university has just started, I’m again meeting a whole bunch of people I haven’t seen in over a year and who are impatient for news.
The trip was overall a very positive experience. I would encourage anybody who has an occasion to have a similar life-experience to simply go for it.
I grew up a lot (but of course, one always grows up during a year) and feel that I belong to adult-land now.
The first three months were really hard, looking back. My solitary arrival, sickness the second day, a landlady I didn’t get on with and who gently kicked me out, illness and money problems in Delhi – all that was no fun.
The worst at that time was solitude. I was suffering from culture shock, slightly depressed, didn’t know whom to trust, and I had the feeling that try as they might, the people I confided in couldn’t truly relate to what I was going through. That was normal, of course – just as we have trouble imagining what it is for an Indian to land in our culture.
I wrote a lot during that time: my logbook, and “culture shock” notes – which I can’t really find courage to go through and sort out, as they send me back to deeply into those “hard times”.
Meeting Nicola in Delhi and the subsequent weeks in Rishikesh did me a lot of good. I had people to talk to, and got a chance to see how much I had already adapted to this strange culture. Going back to Pune was not too hard, as Mithun‘s family had kindly accepted to put up with me until I found a flat.
The third and last “part” of my journey is the longest – after having met Aleika and settling down in her big and protected home.
When I am asked what I did “over there”, I often answer (amongst others) “babysitting”. People often laugh a little.
It was much more than that, of course. Not everybody gets the chance of living with a baby before having their own. And I must say Somak and Aleika really let me take an important place in Akirno‘s life – I’m very grateful to them about that. It really contributed to making my Indian adventure such a great life experience.
As much as I would like to be able to say that cultures are not to be hierarchically classified, and that they are all equal, but different, my experience of India has somewhat disturbed this position. Let me explain.
Of course cultures are different, and there are probably few cultures more different from mine than the Indian one. But India is importing, or let’s say: absorbing, a lot of western culture.
Even though India will remain India, and people there do not want to lose their culture, there is an attraction to the West and an inclination to imitate it.
I think these streaks of western culture can allow a comparison – although I am of course aware that what I am saying here is disputable.
That doesn’t mean to say India is “bad”. I really love India. I think lots of positive things about this country. But it has some really horrible sides for me.
Worst of all – it is in my opinion the root of all the “problems” in India, and in any case, preventing any revision of the system in place: corruption. Corruption is everywhere, from the top to the bottom of the social ladder. Your speeding ticket is Rs 100? No problem, give 50, don’t ask for a receipt, and everybody is happy. It is almost official.
Some will say it is part of the system, that you cannot get rid of it, that it is necessary in Indian culture. I don’t care. Of course, policemen take bribes because they are not paid enough. So do all the clerks and small officials. But somewhere, up higher on the ladder, some people are making very big bucks out of the system, while there is no staff in the hospitals, no money for schools, holes in the roads and droughts in Gujurat. That is wrong.
Linked to the corruption problem, there is the screaming lack of law enforcement. I have been told that the Indian constitution is quite a good one – but what is the use of laws if nobody respects them? And that is what the situation is in India.
Of course, there are horrible things in the West too. And there are beautiful things in India. The picture above is not meant to be complete – it is a list of dark sides.
I am probably also reacting to the Myth of India you find in the West. Most people who “love India” in my country have never been there and shrink back in horror when I describe what everyday life there was like for me. And I had a rather cosy home, I would say.
People tend to emphasise only the “spiritual” side of India. I am not talking about that here, you will have noticed – although it is what I am studying. In short, I don’t think people in modern India are more spiritual than here. But that is another chapter.
I love India, but I have been there, and I am critical. I can be critical with my own country too, of course – but that isn’t what I’m doing here : )
I flew to England on Thursday, and went to see the house I spent the first two years of my life in.
I could remember the street from my last visit, when I was eight, but not a single thing apart from that.
The neighbours were still the same, and remembered my family. A very sweet old lady had bought the house when my parents moved out, and she was still living there. She invited us in, served us tea and cake.
I couldn`t help but compare myself to Akirno. He is now the age I was when I moved to Switzerland. Will he retain no memories at all of his life in India, and of the eight months I spent living in his family?