Here was I hoping that what I felt with this book could simply be expressed with that one word. Why did I read this book, when it did nothing but cut me into million pieces? When it left me tired and heavy after gluing me together again? I hate you José Saramago for making me bleed - for letting me remember that I am but human, and at fault.
When does blindness begin, and when does it end?
“Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.” – the Doctor
Saramago relentlessly hammered humanity’s weaknesses. Blindness mirrored how easy our society can crumble under bare human nature. No dignity can anchor it, survival of the fittest will rule. How fast is it for the norm to be obsolete, and exploitation being played to its highest degree? In the end we forget who and what we are…
“Inside us there is something with no name, that something is what we are.”- The girl with the dark glasses
Why did I read this book? So that I will remember.
ISBN: 0156007757 (ISBN13: 9780156007757)
Published: Published October 4th 1999 by Harvest Books (first published 1995)