I came across my notes of A House for Mr. Biswas while going through my master's notebooks today and it made me so emotional. While we were going through the text in the class just before our finals, the novel felt very repetitive and boring. I did not realise the deep underlying sadness that this novel bore at that time.
But now it just feels too relatable, we all spend our whole life securing what we want and working hard for what we will be surrounded by in the future. For Mr. Biswas, it was a house of his own, and the worst part is he couldn't even live long after he finally had a place which he could call his own. It affects me so much these days cause that's the end for me, all this grind for employment does not even mean anything, the endgame is to have a loving family and a house of my own (I'm sorry the post is a bit subjective). #entertainment source