From Publishers Weekly
Religion scholar Glucklich (Sacred Pain: Hurting the Body for the Sake of the Soul) presents 30 ancient Hindu folktales, slotting them into the contrived story of an unnamed American biologist in South India. While walking barefoot near the sacred site of Chamundi Hill (simply because he wants to dry his wet sneakers), the narrator meets P.K. Shivaram, a retired librarian, who mistakes the biologist for a pilgrim and takes pity on his tender foreign feet. As they approach the 1,001 steps leading to a 12th-century Chamundi temple, the "tiny wrinkled man in brown polyester pants and worn out rubber thongs" distracts the biologist from his aching feet by telling him pilgrimage stories. The rather preachy riddles and fables, some of which are translated from Sanskrit for the first time, feature casts of kings, demons and talking animals and deliver pat moral lessons. The narrator and librarian dissect each tale on a metaphorical journey to Nirvana-a technique that feels irksomely artificial-and Glucklich dumbs down his American narrator (says the narrator to his guide: "First Shiva, now Vishnu-you know, I never could figure out your complicated polytheism"). In a few instances, Glucklich presents meaningful reflections: "No event in your life is a simple objective fact. It always means something to the memory-processing mind." Still, the flashes of substance feel isolated within a narrative that struggles to reach enlightenment.
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In Mysore, India, are a palace, a monastery, and, incongruously, a racetrack doubling as an 18-hole golf course. Also, atop nearby Chamundi Hill is a twelfth-century temple--a center of Sanskrit learning and a place where things aren't what they seem. Marine biologist Glucklich went to Mysore, renowned for its traditional Hindu clinics, to recover from severe sunstroke and food poisoning. Regaining strength, he decided to test his stamina by climbing 4,000-foot Chamundi, which seemed to him a miniature Olympus. Soon he encountered a thin, white-haired old man--a retired librarian, he said. The old man asked to accompany Glucklich up the hill's 1,001 steps, promising the skeptical American that his feet wouldn't hurt "as long as you walk with me." As they walked, he told stories, 30 in all, of gods and holy men, lepers and thieves, that are full of mystery and profound lessons culled from ancient Indian tradition. Their telling led Glucklich, who retells them wonderfully, on a path of spiritual liberation to knowledge of his essential self.
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