I hope you don’t think less of me, residents of the blogosphere, when I say that I often read books because I caught the preview of the movie version on TV and thought it looked interesting. I say that I haven’t read a lot of the classics, including the Life of Pi, because I never heard about them growing up and they weren’t in my local library, but perhaps it doesn’t excuse me. However, I have slowly been chipping away at the amazing literature this world has to offer since I have been a part of the wonderful academic community Georgia has to offer.
I was completely enchanted by Martel’s writing. He was able to give his readers an interesting plot—the whole stuck-on-a-boat-with-a-tiger thing was very suspenseful—a new look on what it means to be religious and to truly suffer. I mean where else can you read about a boy practicing three, arguably dissimilar, religions at the same time, a tiger named Richard Parker lurking just below the tarpaulin, and a man-eater algae-tree?
I particularly found the way the book is structured compelling. The book is in three parts: the first gives us all the back-story and great foreshadowing in not-so-linear chapters, the second is more linear and tells the story of the shipwreck and the 227 days Pi was stranded on the life boat, and the third is a very short transcription-styled part that goes deep into an interview between Pi and the owners of the ship that sunk. I really enjoyed the small pockets of multi-genreness in the end and in the few lists that he gives us in the middle. All of this came together for one amazing book!