Suddenly on his own in a lifeboat, accompanied by four wild animals—an injured zebra, a hyena, an orangutan and a 450-pound Bengal tiger named Richard Parker—that attacked each other until only the tiger was left standing, Pi had to learn survival skills that kept himself and the tiger alive for the 277 days that took their voyage throughout the Pacific until they reached civilization. During the journey, the castaway encountered the strange and the amazing that helped him keep his faith in God intact.
I’ve read this book in anticipation of the movie release. I liked this book, though not as much as I thought I would. Despite growing on me steady but surely, the first 92 pages made me debate repeatedly whether I should keep on reading; it was boring. From that point on, despite of becoming borderline fantastic, as when Pi reached the carnivorous algae island, or when he believed he was conversing with Richard Parker, the story became compulsively readable. Predictable in its unpredictability, Life of Pi is a story of remarkable survival, of wonder, of miracles big and small, of faith and the endurance of the human spirit.
The NY Times book review expressed that Life of Pi “reverberates with echoes from sources as disparate as Robinson Crusoe and Aesop’s fables [and] The Old Man and the Sea”…I couldn’t agree more, Life of Pi has all elements of a classic.