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...just as unashamed in pushing feelings of joy and despair to the apogee of passion. Jamal's search for his long-lost lifetime love Latika is the stuff of Indian-pop films from the Raj Kapoor era to today. True to its roots, Slumdog, adapted from the novel Q&A by Vikas Swarup, ends with a chastely rapturous kiss and an all-out dance number, composed by Bollywood deity A.R. Rahman. Despite its elements of brutality, this is a buoyant hymn to life, and a movie to celebrate. See TIME's Pictures of the Week...
...Rather, these case studies have been framed effectively so as to wed both practical and theoretical skills in each case. More encouraging still has been the university-wide collaboration that this curriculum change has fostered. While case study-based courses are new to public health, they are not so novel in other fields. So, as part of the training for this teaching style, many HSPH professors attended a weeklong program at the Harvard Business School to learn how to teach more participatory classes. Cross-university education and the efficient use of Harvard’s abundant resources should be encouraged...
...novel that any responsible critic could describe with words like brisk or taut. (Not like all those other brisk, taut 898-page novels.) That's not Bolaño's method. He's addicted to unsolved mysteries and seemingly extraneous details that actually do turn out to be extraneous, and he loves trotting out characters - indelible thumbnail sketches - whom we will never encounter a second time. If three people spend the night at a hotel, you can count on Bolaño to stop the story cold for 10 pages while he describes each of their dreams...
...cannot describe. It is not one of Bolaño's most successful digressions, but it is an excellent metaphor for 2666 itself: "Images with no handhold," the professor says of those ruined pages, "images freighted with all the orphanhood in the world, fragments, fragments." This is the novel corrupted, but its corruption is its salvation, because an orderly book, all signal and no noise, would not be a true book...
...There is, of course, something incontrovertibly Bolañoesque about 2666 itself: an enigmatic, unfinished novel, translated from another language, orphaned by its author. The world, whose number Bolaño indisputably had (was it 2666? We never learn), has subtracted Bolaño from the picture, and we must read his work in his absence. But in a tragic, paradoxical way, his death completes the book: it touches 2666 with the disorder and rootlessness that is its subject. And what more could Bolaño have told us anyway? With what final wisdom could he have supplied us? Gazing...