The thing about this extraordinary book is that no matter how many
times you read it, there is always something new you can discover in
the interpretations of the seemingly absurd things that every character
seems to be doing.
While you are still in the first few chapters, if you haven't been
initiated yet to the world of modernist writers like James Joyce and
the like you might think that either the world in the book is supposed
to be filled with crazy people or that something must be terribly wrong
with the author. How else do you explain Yossarian's weird fixations,
his strange clique of friends who each have a different story to tell
ofcourse and the levity which the narration of the world war is dealt
with. But if you successfully chart the intellectually challenging
first few pages( here I am talking about people who, like me, are
voracious readers but till not so far ago there idea of excellent reads
extended merely to the likes of Grisham,Ludlum.Forsyth , fantasies and
the classics.) it becomes a joyride.
the language is by far the best I have read.
There is the most
excellent use of the English lexicon and it is almost a pleasure to
read out the passages to yourself. The words are beautiful and their
formulation together is so flawless it is almost poetic.
Each chapter takes the story across a spectrum of time looking at the
war and the years before it through the eyes of the various privates of
a battleunit stationed in Italy, its chaplain and some generals
,all of the american army,
there is the morally upright friend, the oppurtuinist who makes a
heyday of the sordid war , the chaplain who experiences an identity
crisis of sorts because he lacks the respect of his parishioners and
there is ofcourse one of the greatest characters ever fashioned.
For anyone who wishes to claim the title of having been well read can
simply not not read this cover. Its a gem of a book if there ever was