Book Title – Whisper of the Worms
Author – Marcardian
Published by – Cactus Publishers
Price: Rs. 240
Description : A crow eyed peep in to the backyard of a banking organization. An unusual portrayal of the life and times of an ordinary mortal and his subdued fight for survival. A moving story of the commercialized people in an imaginary country called Marcardia, portrayed through their psyche and polity, makes one think, laugh, and get emotionally choked. Listen to the Whisper of the worms to hear the muffed wail of the humans on the run, lured by the carrot, forced by the stick.
Review: Marcardian brightly captures in his novel Whisper of the Worms the confused professional life in a bank and the comparatively serene life of simple Thobias Mathai of Panamkara village. The banking life has taught him a lesson. After a brief stopover in USA, homesick Thobias returns to his roots in Panamkara after contracting a deadly cancerous disease to count his last days living with his mother and friends in the middle of the treasured memories of his late father. The horrifying ghost of the banking life follows him from the moment he lands in his native land. After the last journey overseen by an event manager to the tomb through the most travelled village roads and the funeral rites, the spirit begins to hear the insight of the worm. The soul departs with the last laugh. Marcardian, who has watched at close quarters the risky profession of Thobias Mathai, has a message for all. The memoirs of a man on his last journey are moving but tend to tow after a few pages. I did not like this novel because I don’t like reading slow paced stories though no book has explained carrot and sticks in banking industry better. The humor is latent. The only thing I liked in this book is backdrop of a village in Kerala amidst poverty and Gods, and the ending where the worms reveals the meaning of modern life.
The book was received as part of Reviewers Programme on The Tales Pensieve.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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