भगवद्गीता
The reason I started reading this book is quite a silly one: it's the book Mrs Madrigal is reading when she meets Edgar Halcyon in Tales of the City, and leads to one of my favourite exchanges about spirituality:
He sat down on a bench in Washington Square. Next to him was a woman who was roughly his age. She was wearing wool slacks and a paisley smock. She was reading the Bhagavad Gita.
She smiled.
"Is that the answer?" asked Edgar, nodding at the book.
"What was the question?" asked the woman.
I'm not sure I found any spiritual enlightenment myself when I read the book, but in writing this post, I did learn that the book Mrs Madrigal was reading was not, in fact, Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse as I had thought when I started to put together the blog (the actual reading haven taken place many moons ago) and, by consequence, I don't seem to have read any German authors. That seems a bit strange to me, as there are so many German authors out there, but barring any sudden enlightenment as to books read far in my past, I'll add Germany back to the list of countries to read.
No comments:
Post a Comment