I haven’t wrote any reviews in awhile. I didn’t read that much as I used to. Or to put it this way, nothing moved me that much to write about it although I know it’s important to let the world know about what’s not that fancy after all.
So today I’m getting back on track with The Midnight Mountain by Jean Marie Blas de Robles. He may be famous for „Where tigers are at home” – I didn’t read it – but this other books – not my taste.
I bought it because it was supposed to talk about Tibet, Shambala, Buddhism, and things related to that way of life, happiness and finding yourself. It’s true – the main character Bastien is on a personal voyage and tries to accomplish his dream. But for me something in the way it is written is missing.
I learned about what an extraordinary man he is, how he works as a janitor at a Jesuit lyceum and how his passion about the Lamaism and spirituality transformed his way of life.
I do understand too the contribution and the importance of meeting the right people at the right time and that maybe in this little life nothing is coincidence, only necessary encounters. However, I feel this story is more about redemption and guilt, freeing your soul from something you feel responsible for but you’re not.
Anyways, I think you can enjoy this if you like twisted and with a bit of history kind of stories.