*this post contains spoilers for the book veronika decides to die by paulo coelho. consider yourself warned.
just finished this book a few nights ago. the thing is, after the alchemist, one tends just to have too much of a expectation on paulo coelho. including me. which i think is not fair. books should be judged as individuals. but it really is something one cannot help. oh well.
reflecting on the plot, though, it is pretty good. there is an interesting twist at the end, but the kind you don’t really expect coming. and in actuality, i was even a little bit disappointed. i actually would have liked to read a whole beautiful dramatic scene about how veronika dies and how people would reflect on her life, or even something hypothetical about life after death. something spectacular like that la.
sigh. i knew the whole thing about asking eduard to be a painter again was just too short lived.
you know what could have really saved the thing for me? a skitch at the end, something like at the end of movies. something that says how veronika and eduard and mari and the doctor go on to live their life. something like veronika goes home and now takes annual death defying bungee jumping trips or eduard goes on to be a graffiti artiste or mari goes on to be a pole dancer or the doctor becomes a metal patient himself or whatever la. you get the pic.
it is not a bad story. just needs a little more magic, if you ask me. it is suppose to be one of those everyday miracle of life kinda story anyway, right? and i actually like these kinda stories. as a writer, i like to pepper the ends of my stories with things like this. the everyday miracle kinda thing. i once wrote a piece that ended with the forest coming alive with the sparkles of a hundred fireflies. or something like that la. that article went on to be nominated for some kind of award some years back. you ya, people apparently like these kinda things too.
and so, death comes. i have actually resigned to the idea that i will die young quite some time ago. and a large part of me, when i am in that state of consciousness, still believes in it. i mean, at the rate i’m going – climbing trees la, jumping off cliffs la, walking around volcanoes la – it really is just a matter of time before something does the trick. and yes, there are still a bunch of things i want to do before i die – which reminds me, i need to make a list – i try to, in the words of time mcgraw, live like you were dying. because, well, i am.
and well, just in case i don’t go yet, i make plans for the future. a string of places waiting for me to set foot on next year. holidays with the akurians. work stuff – more saving the world. or at least try to. i think trying is important.
and just in case i do go sooner that i thought, i try to happify every grudge i hold. and let me tell you this, if i just like suddenly vanish from this world, i want you to know that there is no bitterness that i would hold against anyone. i ain’t no saint. in fact, i am really as ordinary as the next person. but dude, the whole excess baggage thing is just heavy on the soul, man. and for that long trip to meet my maker, i’d rather pack me some laughing points. i actually think god has a sense of humour. i hope he does.
and so, you know all those things people say about the dead – she was a wonderful human being bla bla bla – i don’t know if i would get any of those. i think i would be happy with, “not-bad.” she was a not-bad person. i think that would do.
and at the end of it all, i’d like that everyday miracle kinda ending. that i have lived, and although i did not do anything special, at least i tried. yes, i definitely think trying is important.
at least i tried :)