Reading William Golding‘s Lord of the Flies, one thing is sure, I am going to keep coming back to this book, time and again. Maybe it is too soon to say but usually, having read just few pages of a book you can tell whether you will like it or not. Apart from standing true to all the zillion smart reviews strewn across the internet, this book brings alive the child in you. Reminds you of the thousand or so memories from pupilage when all you wanted to do was break the damn rules and follow your heart.
When Golding started writing the Lord of the Flies, I don’t think he was writing a book to be remembered for eons . But he sure wanted to write a book to be enjoyed. This much is clear as I trot down the pages. The plot is a simple one, nothing too heavy on the mind or out-of-the-way stunning, and yet you enjoy the story of the boys stranded on an island post the crashing of their planes. At least so far it is. It is fun, hilarious at times, while serious at others. The boys are every bit interesting. They make rules and break them, they cuss, bully, shout at each other. They are shit scared of the unknown and yet, are a bunch of happy, adventurous hearts and most importantly, they stick together, at all times.
I can’t help imagine myself marooned at a place as vivid as Golding’s imagination and construe tales of what I may or may not have done. This book, in many ways, reminds me of one of my favorite adventure novels – Robinson Crusoe. I’m quite surprised at the similarities between the two, in terms of the setting, I mean, but only so far. I am expecting more from Golding’s. After all, all those raving reviews have sure set my expectations of this book high, this high!
And on page 90, I just finished reading this paragraph:
‘The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream. There aren’t any beasts to be afraid of on this island.’ He looked among the row of whispering littluns. ‘Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!’