Final – Part One
“How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia” I loved this book and partly because I loved the way the author writes. I appreciate the no nonsense approach and fast pace, I like that he didn’t embellish on events that didn’t need it and did when it was necessary. He writes in such a way that connected me to the character like I was witnessing all these things before my very eyes and ears. From the moment the novel started under the cot and through every journey through the city, I felt connected to the family, the school, the pain, the sorrow, the happiness…
I found it interesting that Hamid modeled this book after a self help book that is so typical of youngsters looking to make a name for themselves to read. Each chapter starts with a little satire about self-help books that is funny to you but you don’t completely understand why. I also, for what ever reason, took slight offense or perhaps it felt as though the author was negatively referring the reader as “you” but because of the pace of this book I had little time to wonder and was enveloped enough in the love story to care. The book takes you from the life of “you” to your death and all in between is the depiction of life in rural rising Asia to the booming metropolis that is riddled with corruption, poverty, wealth, chaos, and simultaneous order. Being an ethics class, I tended to evaluate each decision and turn the book made noticing ethical decisions being made and ignored throughout. Finally, I reflected on the book by looking at my own life and recalling stories of those older than I. The book speeds through a mans life where his one true desire is to fit in and to be with the love of his life, but while chasing a monetary goal, his love his lost to the fault of her and him, it seems that when “your” life is lived with out reservation, the love character is returned. And in life it’s true that I’m always cautioned to slow down and appreciate the best things in life like love and happiness because when you look back on your life you could say, “I wish I took more time to love, laugh, and live a little.”
The story didn’t end at the final word of this book, I still continue to reflect on the reading and I’m reminded of a line in the text that states a book is a book because of imagination and that because of it, the book is a million books over (at least that’s my interpretation.) There are many facets to this writing and I continue to enjoy realizing the new one’s when thinking about it. Excellent read.








