I read Life of Pi in a freezing spring in Warsaw. I have never been to India – specifically Puducherry, where Pi grows up – but it made me want to go (and not because Warsaw was cold). There is not much more to say of the book’s language except that it is utterly beautiful in its simplicity and evocativeness.
I am not religious, nor do I have any particularly strong views on religion. But I do believe that a person should not force his religion or atheism onto anyone else. As a child, Pi becomes first a Hindu, then a Christian, then a Muslim, because he ‘just wants to love God’. For Pi, religion is a human story. He cherishes the way it makes people celebrate each other. Most importantly to me, he accepts the uncertainty of faith and understands that everyone should be free to explain the world in the way they want to. Ironically, I have never come close to being persuaded by any church, but this book – in the least overtly spiritual way – made me think religion should be wonderful.
Set in Puducherry, India; the Pacific Ocean; and (to a lesser extent) Mexico and Canada.
Recommended by @helena_roy.
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