The Road Home
It has been kept on the side of my car door for months. Finally, I managed to finish it. I not sure when I begins but I am for sure that it took me quite a while. I can’t remember how I pick it up off the shelves but probably amongst the Orange Prize for Fiction tag was there.
It is a story about a Polish man, whom lost his job and his wife decided against all odd to go to London and work leaving his age old mother, Ina and the young little daughter, Maya back in Auror. Perhaps that Lev was lucky because he still have Rudi, a character of fire and strength throughout the story to watch over Lev’s mother and his child.
The story begins with the trip leaving for London and ends when he found the road home. In the deep city of London, his heart finds the people from all over the country. The ‘immigrants’, ‘foreigners’ or ‘outsiders’ which we do have here in Malaysia. The insight of these lonely creatures outcast from the homeland to struggle to make a living. Some lost in the temptation of the city while others longed to returns.
It was a intense book, I would say. The feeling of melancholia is overwhelming and this suits me just fine. Although the book received mixtures of critics, I think Rose Tremain deserves the credit for this wonderful work.
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