The Mentalist
Author’s
Comments on the book, The Mentalist
I have been asked by a lot
of people on what the book is all about. My answer has been, and is “I don’t
know”. They find the answer hard to comprehend. But that’s the best I can give
because, each reader has his or her own story he or she gets from this book. I
don’t create characters in the book to tell the story, but characters
themselves lead me where to take the story. That’s my unique way of writing. This
is not a novel about literature where you are taught to have plots and
characterization that qualifies to the norms of literary criticism that make
the best principles of literature. I have had a wonderful privilege to have
read quite a lot about those guys who created these norms that we today follow
as the best ways of writing; and my own personal analysis is that, they were
good in their own ways, but that doesn’t mean their way of writing is the only
and best way of telling a story. This to me is the best way I CAN tell a story.
It is a unique simple novel, written in a simple and straight fast-forward way
for any canny mind to understand. It’s not a novel about depiction. It’s a novel
about musing. And only those who want to learn and be able to be whom they were
meant to be; will be willing to want to know and discover the missive. It’s a
novel about ignorance; and how its discovery in our personal lives can be a marvel
of our living. This is a five day work written in 229 pages. But whenever I go
back to it, I am always tempted to continue writing the story. Then I realize,
there is no end to any story, because life never dies. It just evolves…Thank you so much.
Mazuba
Mwiinga
Author
– The Mentalist
Released: Friday July 31, 2015
Publisher: DipThink Media – thoughts become things
Printer: Neelkanth Printing
& Packaging LTD, Mumbwa Road, Lusaka.
Creative Design: Artpefect, Hellen
Kaunda, Lusaka.
The Mentalist – “Sometimes he would pick pieces of paper and read to
himself like one possessed with some naughty demon. From a distance he was
indeed a village maniac. His mother feared he will never see him grow as a
normal adult with a normal life like any other normal village human being of
his age. Time was running fast on him but he never seemed to change for the
better. He was the usual loudest, funniest, sometimes most foolish boy around.
Yet if you peeped into his brains, and poked a bit of his thoughts, some gold
were seen packed logically in the frames of his skull. He never seemed to grow
as fast as his age mates, yet his reasoning was sharper than their heights.
Most often he escaped class punishments by his aforethought statements, much to
the amazement of those in ear shot.”
The boy goes against all odds in search of himself.
The excursion takes him through the twists and turns of life; they call him the
maniac, some say he is mad, others he is queer. Love fades quickly, joy drops
easily, and jobs cut snappily, yet his brains are sharper than a double-edged
sword. He blames everyone and everything. This drives him into his unknown epic
of mental squabbles and only realizes later how his thoughts are in-fact his
own worst enemy and saboteur of his success.
