In the early 1950s, an 11-year-old boy in Colombo boards a ship bound for England. At mealtimes he is seated at the “cat’s table”—as far from the Captain’s Table as can be—with a ragtag group of “insignificant” adults and two other boys, Cassius and Ramadhin. As the ship makes its way across... read more
In the early 1950s, an eleven-year-old boy boards a huge liner bound for England. At mealtimes, he is placed at the lowly "Cat's Table" with an eccentric and unforgettable group of grownups and two other boys. As the ship makes its way across the Indian Ocean, through the Suez Canal, into the... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“"It is an impossible language, English. Impossible! 'Egypt' for instance. That's a problem. I'll show you how to spell it right every time. Just repeat the phrase 'Ever Grasping Your Precious Tits' to yourself."”Mr.Mazappa
“Sometimes, just before darkness, I found myself on C Deck when no one else was there. I'd walk to the railing, which was the height of my chest, and watch the sea rush alongside the ship. At times it appeared to rise almost to my level, as if wishing to pluck me away. I would not move, in spite of this havoc of fear and aloneness in me. It was the same emotion I had when lost in the narrow streets of the Pettah market, or adapting to new, undiscovered rules at school. When I could not see the ocean, the fear was not there, but now the sea rose in the half-dark, surrounding the ship, and coiled itself around me. No matter how scared I was, I remained there, adjacent to the passing darkness, half wanting to pull myself back, half desiring to leap towards it.”
“I would visit that smoky room if the day was dull, and he would at some point begin reading to me. It was the anonymity of the stories and the poems that went deepest into me. And the curl of a rhyme was something new. I had not thought to believe he was actually quoting something written with care, in some far country, centuries earlier. He had lived in Colombo all his life, and his manner and accent were a product of the island, but at the same time he had this wide-ranging knowledge of books. He'd sing a song from the Azores or recite lines from an Irish play.”
What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power. Nothing much of lasting value ever happens at the head table, held together by a familiar rhetoric. Those who already have power continue to glide along the familiar rut they have made for themselves.Highlighted by 130 Kindle customers
But he had a serenity that came with the choice of the life he wanted to live. And this serenity and certainty I have seen only among those who have the armour of books close by.Highlighted by 112 Kindle customers
THERE IS A STORY, ALWAYS AHEAD OF YOU. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You find in this way the path of your life.Highlighted by 75 Kindle customers
So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement.Highlighted by 64 Kindle customers
SOME EVENTS TAKE A LIFETIME to reveal their damage and influence.Highlighted by 49 Kindle customers
In the great centres of power, you see, competition is based not so much on winning but on stopping your enemy from achieving what he or she really wants.Highlighted by 49 Kindle customers
It would always be strangers like them, at the various Cat’s Tables of my life, who would alter me.Highlighted by 44 Kindle customers
I am someone who has a cold heart. If I am beside a great grief I throw barriers up so the loss cannot go too deep or too far. There is a wall instantly in place, and it will not fall. Proust has this line: “We think we no longer love our dead, but … suddenly we catch sight again of an old glove and burst into tears.”Highlighted by 43 Kindle customers
Who realizes how contented feral children are? The grasp of the family fell away as soon as I was out the door.Highlighted by 37 Kindle customers
As well, our desires were fed by an earlier time, from that very early morning in our youth when she seemed painted by those shifting green branches. We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to loosen and untie.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
Departure
Mazappa
C Deck
An Australian
Cassius
Examination booklet: Overheard conversations, Day 1 to Day 11
The Hold
The Turbine Room
A Spell
Afternoons
Miss Lasqueti
The Girl
Thievery
Landfall
Kennels
Ramadhin's Heart
Port Said
Two Violets
Two Hearts
Examination booklet: Overheard conversations, Day 12 to Day 18
Asuntha
The Mediterranean
Mr Giggs
The Blind Perera
How Old Are You? What Is Your Name?
The Tailor
Examination booklet entry #30:
Miss Lasqueti: A Second Portrait
The Overheard
The Breaker's Yard
The Key in His Mouth
Letter to Cassius
Arrival
Author's Note
Acknowledgements and Credits
Thanks
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