Michael Ondaatje's Divisadero

"Divisadero" is definitely not for readers who demand, or take for granted, a completion of certain satisfaction, a closing of all events in a plot, the loose ends all tied up.

It rather leaves a ponderous swagger in the final lines, in all grandeour. Like the author's previous work, The English Patient, the plot does not really matter; it is the minute details, the breathtaking vista traversing between the past and present, a whimsical tapestry of life too fine to depict.

Now, I must be a English living in early nineteenth century in a previous life, going by my pleasurable indulgence in my current read, E.M. Forster's “A Room with a View”.