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Friday, June 3, 2011

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini



I had read this book way back in 2008. I loved it. It touched me in a way that a novel never did to me; at least in quite a long time; another thing is that my interest on the Afghan culture had been truly stirred. When I finished the book, I said to myself; I will not be able to handle the movie adaptation; I might cry. I hate crying. However, more often than not, some stories have a way of pinching my heart to tears. Just like when I watched the movie “Life is Beautiful” (another foreign film that bagged several Oscars as well) 



I tried postponing my urge to watch the movie as long as I possibly could. But I gave up. I watched the movie last night, three times. And twice this morning. It was riveting. The cinematography was great; and so was the score. I cried 5 times… once every time I watched. It never fails. 


It was touching. It made me remember my own “Hassan”. It made me think of what life could have been if I lived in that point in time… if “we” live in that point in time. 

After watching the movie... I remember the sense of ease. The hope… the optimism, that one day, everything will be all right with this almost-forsaken country. I remember feeling… grateful... tranquil. I have never been in love with my life here than ever before. 

I had been once a tortured soul… but just as I am making peace with my desolated past… I hear myself say… 


…for Him, a thousand times over. 


Review from: Curled with a Good Book 

Khaled Hosseini's quietly powerful debut novel The Kite Runner fulfills the promise of fiction, awakening curiosity about the world around us, speaking truth as the lessons of history echo down the years. The themes are universal: familial relationships, particularly father and son; the price of disloyalty; the inhumanity of a rigid class system; and the horrific realities of war. 

In Afghanistan, young Amir's earliest memories of life in Kabul are blessed with a cultural heritage that values tradition, blood ties and a deeply rooted cultural identity. Upper class Pashtuns, Amir enjoys the luxury of education, material comfort and a constant playmate, the son of his father's longtime Hazara servant, Hassan. 

Twice in his lifetime Amir is morally tested in his relationship with Hassan. The first time, a victim of his own arrogance, Amir fails his companion. Hiding behind the superiority of class, Amir chooses the path of least resistance, but the scar of betrayal cuts through his soul and never heals. That first failure dictates Amir's inner dialogue throughout his life, even in America, until he is offered another chance at personal redemption. Returned to his homeland at the request of an old family friend, the second challenge is equally perilous, and Amir recognizes the very real implications of his decision. This internal struggle is the underlying theme of the novel, which spans Afghani history from the peaceful 70's to the repressive rule of the Taliban in the late '90s. 

Played out on the world stage, a desperate battle to preserve the cultural heritage of Afghanistan spans Amir's life in Kabul and America. While Amir and his father reside safely in America, their homeland is decimated by constant warfare -- streets lined with beggars, fatherless children whose future is marginalized by poverty: "There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood." The sweet simplicity of youthful winters spent "kite running" with Hassan seem light years away, illuminated by the boys' unfettered innocence. 

Against this stark landscape, the adult Amir is challenged as never before, charged with the protection of a young life already scarred by the random violence visited upon the disenfranchised. With inordinate compassion and stunning simplicity, Hosseini portrays Amir's impossible dilemma. Complications abound, but the answer lies in humanity's capacity for kindness. The grace of acceptance heals the wounds of brutality, for with forgiveness anything is possible, even the wild joy of soaring kites against a winter sky. 

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