Finished Shantaram last week apparently this is going to be made into a terrible movie starring Johnny Depp (1000 page books cannot make good movies). My review is, “eh” it’s about a white guy who escapes to India and becomes a mobster, but the tone is very: “I am a white man and I am awesome because I humbled myself to the Indian way of life.” All of the characters are awkward personifications of emotions, (his humble sidekick is humility, his love interest is desire, etc…) So why did I sit through it? It’s entertaining, at least, and filled with really good quotes like:

“It’s forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would’ve annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.”

That’s the tone of the whole book. Anyway, now I’m reading “Snoop: What Your Stuff Says About You,” It’s a book about how to read spaces, and it moderately interesting, but everytime I look at the cover I wish it read: “Snoop: What Being a Pot-Smoking Rapper or Lesbian Hitman on The Wire Says About You.”