Can a reader reasonably ask for anything more?
– from the dust jacket I’m not a religious man, so after seeing that quote, I was kind of curious who Yann Martel thought he was. I’d first heard of Life of Pi after reading a review of it by Proxam, and then waiting several months to have the time to get it out at my local library. Luckily, with my ‘vacation’, I had the time and inclination to do just that. What I found was a magical tale, a yarn born of the same cloth as the stories from the old west: of good hearts, of learning, of discovery (although sadly lacking of any cowboys). As I read, I knew that this was the story of a great storyteller, one of those men who could transfix a crowd for hours with wondrous tales that everyone would later recall as having seen first-hand. After the first chapter, I could barely put it down as Pi sucked me in. [• life, an ALTERNATE VERSION •] The book begins with Martel telling his own story, his version of how this book came to be. Licking his wounds after a particularly unsuccessful l
