As I’ve mentioned before, Luc and I have very different tastes in books.
That’s not to say there hasn’t be some cross-over in our reading material over the years. Although I’d never pick up one of his world-war-whatever history books, I did give The Origin of Satan the old college try (I think I made it through the prologue). And I’ll always be thankful that he introduced me to the fantasy fiction of Guy Gavriel Kay (in particular The Fionavar Tapestry trilogy) as well as all things Tolkien.
But the sharing has always been a little one-sided. As in me attempting to read one of his books as opposed to him trying one of mine.
So when I read Life of Pi for my book club several years back, I was thrilled to finally be able to recommend a book to Luc that I honestly thought he’d enjoy as much as I did.
Let me be totally clear: I loved Life of Pi. I mean LOVED. It moved me. It affected me. It made me think. It made me believe. If I were on a desert island (or stranded on a lifeboat with a Bengal tiger for that matter), Life of Pi is one of the books I would want with me. It is the only book I have ever finished and immediately returned to page 1 and read again from cover to cover.
Here was my reasoning for suggesting Luc give it a try:
- It had a good dose of religious debate in it (did I mention The Origin of Satan?).
- It was set in an exotic locale.
- It required a certain suspension of disbelief (not unlike his beloved fantasy novels).
- It had an ending that, I believe, was open to interpretation.
I pictured him devouring Life of Pi beside me in bed, reading aloud the passages that spoke to him as they spoke to me. I pictured us having deep, philosophical discussions like we haven’t had since our university days, about religion, morality and the meaning of life. I pictured us considering the ending and endlessly reinterpreting what really happened on that boat.
What I didn’t picture was Luc flipping through the pages in bed beside me, barely scanning the words and muttering, “Right. He’s on a boat with a tiger. And he’s still on the boat with the tiger. And…he’s STILL…on the BOAT…with the TIGER…Oh my god! He’s STILL on the freaking boat with the freaking tiger!”
There’s this thing called “irreconcilable differences.” It’s grounds for divorce in many jurisdictions. I love my husband. I know it would never come to that. But if it DID, it would pretty much be open and shut.
“Life of Pi, Your Honour. I rest my case.”
Check out Luc’s thoughts on Life of Pi.