Sunday, September 30, 2007

Book Review: Vegemite Vindaloo by David McMahon


It is not often I take the time to read a book. It is not because I don't enjoy reading; actually the opposite is true. However due to my admiration adoration addiction to all things fictional, suspenseful, sad, and/or beautiful, I do not make for a very civilized person when I am engrossed in a book. It is unfortunate that dishes, laundry, showering, sleep, even babies get neglected while I am reading a novel. So I have a self-imposed moratorium of fictional book reading until my family is grown or until I can afford to hire a full-time nanny, cook, and housekeeper.

But every now and then I become unfit for civilization anyway, and so locked in my room by DH, coughing, sneezing and wheezing, I pull out a good yarn. And that was the blessing I experienced this weekend. It actually began a few days back with a good start when I injured my arm and the non-stop throbbing pain, that was not even alleviated during sleep (despite borrowed prescription strength Motrin and a Lortab) gave me some time to start 'Vegemite Vindaloo' by David McMahon. It ended this weekend, when a head cold brought me to a grinding halt and I was able to flip back open the book and finish. The following is my review:


Interested in reading a book that explores cultural biases across numerous walks of life? Want to read something that will cause you to rethink everything you thought you knew about a parent's love for a child? Looking for a lesson on the culture of India? or Australia? What if I told you I had just the book for each exploration. Now what if I told you it was all the same book?

Vegemite Vindaloo by author, blogger and acclaimed writer David McMahon is more than a fictional novel. As the story unfolds, each layer reveals a deeper and deeper connection to the characters. But along the way, the reader comes face-to-face with decisions about human decisions. Is stealing to save someone's life okay? What actions are indicative of a mother's true love for her child? Do people ever fully overcome cultural stereotypes? Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys: Petty street thieves? Crass pub owners?

While avoiding making any decided opinions on these and other of life's queries, David builds a story house. The author outlines the floor plan and furniture placement, the reader is left to ascertain the paint colors and throw pillow patterns.

Feeling richer for the experience, readers will come away with a deeper understanding of other cultures, as well as a new sense about some of life's toughest questions.

7 comments:

  1. I have to get a copy of David's book. Thanks for the review!

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  2. Suldog,

    Good luck finding a copy! It took me forever to finally find one from an independent book shop on Amazon.

    If you don't find one, I'm happy to loan you mine. If you cross your heart hope to die stick a needle in your eye promise to return it.

    Of course, that doesn't help David's sales any.

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  3. Dear Debbie,

    Ma'am, can I say very humbly and with a certain undryness in my eyes that you highlighted the exact reasons why I wrote that novel.

    Bless you for your incisiveness, your crystal-clear observation and your commentary on life.

    I write about life and love and priorities, as do you - but you've given your readers the essence of what my debut novel is about.

    Wow, did you read it in three days? You truly are Superwoman.

    My very humble thanks ....

    David

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  4. David,

    It was a wonderful book - way to go! And very easy to read in three days.

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  5. Debbie,

    I enjoyed reading David's book, too... my favourtie bits included the visit to the Christmas village... isn't the story wonderful in its simplicity, and truly written from the heart? That's what I think...

    Cecilia

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  6. Cecilia,

    Yes, it is a bit of a treasure.

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