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The English Patient…

I finally completed the book. Have to say this, had I not read the film script before, I could not have made any sense of Michael Onadaatje’s writing. Arcane is an understatement. There, I’ve discovered yet another author who intimidated me…:-)
I love the poems he writes, though. One of the sweetest poems I’ve read is ‘Bearhug’.

Bearhug

Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I’m doing,
then something else, walk slowly round
the corner to my son’s room.
He is standing arms outstretched
waiting for a bearhug. Grinning.

Why do I give my emotion an animal’s name,
give it that dark squeeze of death?
This is the hug which collects
all his small bones and his warm neck against me.
The thin tough body under the pyjamas
locks to me like a magnet of blood.

How long was he standing there
like that, before I came?

— Michael Ondaatje

I could nearly feel the tears stand in my eyes on reading this… Incidentally, Griffin is the name of Michael O’s son, I think.

The script is one of the best that I’ve read. Have been planning to watch the film since God-knows-how-long. An excerpt featuring my favourite lines..

‘We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed… bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched cave… I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men.. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds, the rumors of water… That’s all I’ve wanted – to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps. The lamp’s gone out and I’m writing in the darkness…’

The concluding lines of the script…