was a long time without reading a book so good.
Naipaul takes us calmly, without assumptions, without extreme emotion, through the life of Mohun Biswas, who was born marked by misfortune and ready to mark those around him with misfortune (at least in his childhood)
A House for Mr. Biswas is the slow run, but worrying, a life full of deprivation and poor in times of happiness ... as any real life.
Mohun Biswas, the main character ends up struggling against poverty in Trinidad at a time when such poverty is the rule in the island, like any country (or island) of the third world. Starting at birth in the largest of the misery, sad childhood with a mother marked by the nature of the martyr, who is happy to do a review miserable of their own failings and shortcomings that make their children go. Mr. Biswas adolescence is not so, because before we can have a real relationship with a girl, becomes involved in a whirlwind of obligations as married almost compliant with Shama ignorance Tulsi, who became his companion his martyrdom and his indifference companion for the rest of his life.
attend from the beginning to the certainty of the death of Mr. Biswas, and thereby eliminating the possibility of playing with our feelings in a cruel and ruthless and the author has only begun to describe the misery, not only the character principal, but an immigrant people (of India in majority) unable to accept the reality of immigrant dreams of eternal return to India, loved and hated.
Wonderful plot, stunning simplicity of theme: the pursuit of an ideal embodied in a house, one thing that is truly owned by Mr. Biswas, same as get a few years before his death.
One complaint I have of the book, and it feels that its abrupt end, neglected and poorly finished compared to the rest of the book. However, it is definitely something worth reading, if we are ready to admit that the miseries experienced by Mr Biswas and almost the entire island of Trinidad, are a reflection of our wants, with the sieve of past events (World War II takes place during part of adulthood Mr. Biswas)
Anyway, my recommendation: Read it with patience, critical eye and cynicism enough to end up accepting that, as with Mr. Biswas, a house usually represents the culmination of a life of toil and suffering, and we forget the importance of the sense of our lives, live them.
If you read it, I hope you like.
Greetings to all.
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