
This
past couple of weeks I’ve been rereading Philip Pullman’s ‘His Dark
Materials’ trilogy. I first picked up ‘Northern Lights’ (Book 1) in 2003
while at University in Scotland. My MPhil Thesis (completed in 2004)
starts with a quote from ‘The Amber Spyglass’ (Book 3), and right now in
May of 2014 I am perhaps on my tenth reading of ‘The Subtle Knife’
(Book 2). These three books have journeyed with me, as I lived my
somewhat nomadic life around India and now Sri Lanka. These same copies
battered (never dog-eared) and bruised still lift and plunge me into
what is arguably one of the most astute readings of our human condition.