Tuesday, 26 January 2021

January 2021

 A new year, new resolutions, new books to read.  This past month I read three books, each one was enjoyable for different reasons.  Here are the books I read:


Sudden Death by Alvaro Enrigue

It is one thing to present a possibility of what might have happened…but as a reader what do you do with a book that presents events involving historical characters that could never have happened…and yet manage to present a very plausible reason as to why things are the way they are?  In the case of Sudden Death, Quevedo and Caravaggio could never have met; and yet the outcome of a tennis match between the two explains the former's prejudices so well. And also, what do you do with a book that poses many a  question such as what did happen to Anne Boleyn's hair?  But more importantly what is the book trying to convey?  In the words of Enrigue, when he wrote the book he was angry because the "bad guys always win"; elsewhere he commented, "a whole host of people can manage to understand absolutely nothing, act in an impulsive and idiotic way, and still drastically change the course of history".  Enrigue seems to suggest that the world as we know it is the result of totally unplanned, random juxtapositions/confluences/meetings changing not just the lives of people but maps and canvases and objects of the world?  Despite all these questions, this novel was a wonderful, exhilarating, refreshing read; it is always so exciting to see how the form of the novel can be experimented and tweaked with.  After all how often does one come across a novel featuring Anne Boleyn's hair, tennis, the Conquest of Mexico by Cortes, the Counter-Reformation, Caravaggio and the Spanish poet Quevedo?


Bhairavi by Shivani

Bhairavi: The Runaway by Shivani, translated from the Hindi by Priyanka Sarkar

Shivani is a writer one has heard a lot about but been too afraid to pick up as her books are in Hindi.  When I heard about Bhairavi now having an English translation, I leapt at the chance to finally read one of her books.  Not being pressed for time, I decided to challenge myself and read the Hindi original simultaneously with the English translation.  Lo and behold, this exercise finally made clear to me my friend's reservations about reading a translation, for Sarkar's translation of Bhairavi is a clumsy one which fails to do justice to the rich evocative language of the original.  Initially I thought that perhaps Sarkar was a writer who was not too comfortable with the English language, but then I read her preface to the novel and realised that was not the case.  More galling is how she positions information differently in the translation from the original—most evident being the very first paragraph of the book (spoiler alert: the original just mentions a woman in pain while the translation mentions that the same woman was an accident victim—thus, reducing the mystery of the woman in the translation).  Even more mystifying was the fact that Shivani's daughters Ira and Mrinal have given her access to Shivani's papers and have endorsed this translated volume.  The act of translation is an art that not everyone has mastered, clearly not Sarkar, which is such a pity as Bhairavi deserves so much better.

As for the original novel itself, while many of the Hindi words were unfamiliar to me,  I found myself slowly lost in the sounds of the poetic language, rich descriptions which created vivid images in my mind.  Initially, I was slowly making my way through the novel but towards the end I was in a tearing rush to find out how things would work out, or not.  On reaching the end, I found myself very, very angry; not with the book but with the reality of Indian society that Shivani presents one with—men unable to control their lust and the women who pay the price for that, while the men carry on with their lives as if nothing had happened!  Apart from the plot, Bhairavi provides a window into Kumaoni culture and life in an ashram of Aghori yogis.  While one may like to think that this is a dated perspective of Indian society (1978), deep down not much has changed unfortunately.


Romancing Mr Bridgerton by Julia Quinn

Dear Reader, I have a confession to make: I too have succumbed to the Bridgerton mania courtesy Shonda's latest venture.  Season one of Bridgerton, left me wanting to know more and so I had to pick up the fourth in the Bridgerton series, Romancing Mr Bridgerton as I wanted to know how Penelope and Lady Whistledown's column would unfold.  Being a Regency romance, this was a quick read and reminded me why I read so many of them in my youth…an easy read featuring some gorgeous men…a most soothing balm in frayed times. Intellectuals may frown on my reading tastes, but frankly I do believe that every type of book serves a purpose and this did prove most delightfully entertaining!




Wednesday, 16 December 2020

Readings in the Times of Covid-19: Part II (and hopefully the last!)

It's December now and one is nearing the end of 2020, please let the good times recommence!  While one is waiting for an end to Covid, I figured this was a good time to take stock of my readings since the last post.  

Continuing with the theme of travel writings I picked up Rory Stewart's The Places in Between alternating it with Frederick Starr's Lost Enlightenment: Central Asia's Golden Age from the Arab Conquest to Tamerlane which proved to be a real serendipitous pairing: reading about the dazzling past of Central Asia in Starr's book juxtaposed with the grim present day reality of one of the most traumatised areas of the region—Afghanistan—as recounted by Stewart.  With Stewart's book I was delighted to have finally found a travelogue this year that does what it should: transport one to another land—so needed in the these times of house arrest.

After this pair of books, I reverted back to fiction and read the following:


The Secret of Santa Vittoria by Robert Crichton 

This book had been highly recommended by my aunt MP and was well worth the read.  This was quite a rollicking yarn about an Italian village hiding their precious wine from the Nazis.  While The Secret of Santa Vittoria could have just remained a facile tale, Crichton does not shy away from the grim realities of World War II, thus reminding the reader that sorrow and laughter can co-exist, a lesson that proves to be all the more relevant in these times. 


The Prospect of Miracles by Cyrus Mistry  

A slender novel set in Christian Kerala.  This was an interesting read about all that can go wrong in a family, all the while providing a window into life in Christian Kerala.


The Unlikely Adventures of the Shergill Sisters by Balli Kaur Jaswal 

I picked this up looking for a mindless but entertaining book. A story of three sisters forced to embark on a trip by their deceased mother, this read more like a rather boring travel blog. Jaswal does manage to redeem her novel with a twist at the end which anchors the book in the sombre reality that is the Indian patriarchy.


Straight to Normal: My Life as a Gay Man by Sharif D. Rangnekar 

A brutally candid memoir that made me realise how sheltered and unaware I have been about Delhi and her LGBTQIA+ community.  The book showcases how difficult it is for the LGBTQIA+ community to find a loving companion.  Both laws and societal norms have been stacked against members of this community from finding a partner in the normal course of life. Instead, they had to depend on furtive meetings in parks after dark, helpline groups or specially organised parties where there were always unscrupulous people waiting to take advantage of an innocent.  I think this is a must read for any Delhiite to understand the different harsh and cruel realities of one's city.


BearTown by Fredrik Backman

This was not the feel good book that I was looking for.  It was a book that made me angry, so very angry. A tale about date rape and a town's reaction to it.  At the end of the day, no matter where in the world one is, women are always vulnerable and considered fair game.


The Lying Life of Adults by Elena Ferrante 

Great expectations are often not a great thing as they have a tendency in resulting in great letdowns, such was my experience of The Lying Life of Adults.  On its much anticipated release, I   rushed to the bookshop to pick it up and started reading…and soon I found that I really had to push myself to read the book as it wasn't very engaging.  While it is, I guess, a coming of age story, it seems to be more about how parents' divorces mess up their kids who then lash out through sexual escapades; basically, a rather Freudian take on teenagers.  Ferrante seems to write more to shock than to engage and at the end I was left confused and wondering what was the point of it all.  Read only if you have nothing else to pick up


Happiness, As Such by Natalia Ginzburg

Would this be the redemption of Italian novels?  Having heard a lot about Ginzburg, I figured I was in safe hands…or was I?  I kept turning the pages, waiting for everything to make sense, only to reach the end and wonder, so?  This book might work for many, but not for me, sure the randomness of events may mimic life…but it did not make for a very interesting read.  


Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

A book that numerous writers referenced at the various sessions at JLF, that when I had to read a banned book for my book club, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to read Waugh.  Yes, Waugh has that typical British command over the English language and I guess captures life in Oxford in the inter-war years rather well and does bring to life rather eccentric characters. Its facile ending, spoiler alert, of conversion to Catholicism by a protagonist who had no interest in the faith, was rather trite and just did not seem very realistic.  At the end, I guess the virtues of this novel lies in the nostalgia it evokes of life at Oxford in a bygone era.


Tell Them of Battles, Kings and Elephants by Mathias Enard 

This is such a gem of  a book, which made me fall in love with fiction all over again, especially since the past few books I had been reading had not really struck such a chord.  It was a book that made me re-read it—-and being such a slender novel, that was not a problem.  And on re-reading, I found more treasures in this book along with the discovery of what a clever craftsmen Enard is; drawing his raison d'ĂȘtre from the preface of Kipling's Life's Handicap to weave this layered tale.  Look carefully at the narrative voices to unravel his message.  A Renaissance tale set in the Ottoman Empire, with Michelangelo and poetry thrown in makes this novella a clear winner for sure.  While Pamuk & Shafak work with similar ingredients, Pamuk's Red is too bulky and dense losing the reader at times and Shafak's weaving of the contemporary with the Renaissance results in a book that is good in part.  Enard's slender volume rises above the latter two by avoiding any distractions from his tale and simply focussing on a taut, evocative narrative.  Definitely my favourite read of this past year!!!


Circe by Madeline Miller

Miller is a gifted storyteller who weaves a compelling narrative; granted myths always make for interesting narratives but her alternative tellings just make them all the more entrancing.  This time she takes the so called witch Circe who turned men into animals and weaves a far more fascinating tale around her than the conventional references to her in mainstream mythology.


His Father's Disease by Aruni Kashyap

Sometimes, Amazon can get it right.  This book popped up as a recommendation, and so I downloaded it.  It's an anthology of stories set both in America and India that tackles diverse issues: big city intellectual snobbery, the immigrant experience, metal-health, rural life, same-sex love, living under military rule, insurgency with a special focus on Assam.  Everyone of these stories was a thought provoking one.  This was a book that ended too soon.  I will definitely be picking up Kashyap's other books.  


The Hero with a Thousand Faces: A Historical Novel by Karma Ura 

Bhutan is a magical place and in an attempt to relive my holiday in there I picked up The Hero with a Thousand Faces during this time of Covid.  This book is hailed as the first Bhutanese novel, which inevitably leads to a let down for the reader, as this book has no real plot or conflict per se.  Instead, it is a record of life in the mid-20th Century Bhutan and how Bhutan was brought out of feudalism into the new world order courtesy the foresight of its monarchs.  Therefore, this book is of interest to those who want to know what life in Bhutan was like in the past; it is certainly not meant for anyone looking for a good story.


French Exit by Patrick Dewitt 

Supposedly a brilliant satire, this book left me questioning my intelligence as I did not quite seem to find these witty episodes.  Yes, the novel did have its moments—especially the first section set in New York, thereafter, however I found myself turning the pages in search of the brilliant satire only to find myself at the end and wondering what was the point of this book beyond the obvious critique of the jet-setting crowd. To placate myself, I decided that this was just an absurd novel and that was that.  So not a recommended read—a rather avoidable book.


The Pull of the Stars by Emma Donoghue

This book was a gift—and a great one.  Like Donoghue's Room, I just could not put down this book and devoured it in 2 days.  A book about the 1918 Spanish flu that hit the stands in 2020 during the Covid 19 pandemic—talk about timing!  This novel is crammed into a tiny space both spacial and chronological and yet is jammed with so many issues.  Set in Ireland, it offers a glimpse into so many matters:  maternal health, same-sex love, the Irish struggle for Independence, the Catholic Church and its failings and of course the Spanish Flu.  The Pull of the Stars was an engrossing read and is highly recommended. 


Eat the Buddha by Barbara Demick

Of course, I guess it was only matter of time before the history lover in me would pick up a non-fiction book; this time the book of choice was Eat the Buddha by Barbara Demick.  Tibet has always fascinated me, so when I chanced on this book I just had to pick it up.  It's a book about Tibet under Chinese occupation told through individual narratives which makes this book read like a novel.  In fact, it could easily be one of those troubling novels set in communist China that I had to remind myself that this was reality and not a figment of someone's imagination. Focusing on one town in China, Demick begins her narrative with the start of the 20th Century and brings us all the way to the present day.  It's a story that we all know, one of how China had taken over a land that is not its own and has systematically proceeded to exploit it.  It is a tale of how a population has managed to survive and adapt in the face of a daily adversity.  It is the tale of an oppressed people who have chosen extreme forms of protest—that of self-immolation—and a writer's quest to understand what has driven such protest.

Read if you want a clear and lucid understanding of Tibet.


And now I find myself in no-man's land again…not sure what to read next, starting books only to drop them after a chapter or two.  Hopefully, I will find an engaging read pretty soon :)


Sunday, 7 June 2020

Readings in the Times of Covid-19: Part I

Rather than recommendations of books to read during a pandemic, this is a brief account of my Lockdown readings.
The lockdown period has been an ironic time, for now that I am at home and should ideally be able to read a lot, I have not been able to read much. I guess the stress of all the uncertainty has taken a toll—with reading being its victim.  So the first two months of lockdown saw me read at a snail's pace as I found I just could not concentrate.  It was just my book club deadlines that kept me turning the pages or rather tapping the Kindle. Fortunately, the books were light reads  such as Tea Obreht's The Tiger's Wife and Binodini's The Princess and the Political Agent (review here), and, therefore, did not pose much of a challenge.  In fact, when the lockdown began I thought oh perfect time to read War and Peace…am so glad I did not pick that up, for nothing is more demoralising as being unable to make one's way through a book!  To this mix, I added variety by making my way through Gaiman's American Gods (review here), which at least for me, did not meet the high bar set by his Samdman series.  
Once I finally came to terms with the lockdown and the changed scenario, I found myself turning to travelogues: Matthiessen's The Snow Leopard (review here) and Vikramjit Ram's Tso and La: A Journey in Ladakh (review here)] in a bid to drown my sorrows regarding cancelled holidays.  Then again I don't know how smart an idea that was, for reading the evocative mountain descriptions was bittersweet…while I was transported away from Delhi, the descriptions were a reminder of all that is not to be.
Now that I have gotten over the hump, I am looking for meatier reads so let's see what I will pick up next.
PS: This post is possessed--it insists on underlining words, despite my reformatting the post n number of times--so please excuse the erratic underlines of this post.

Monday, 4 May 2020

Good Reads & Amazing: New Additions

I have just added the following titles to the Good Reads and Amazing sections.  Lets see if your classification matches mine:

A Man Called Ove by Fredrick Backman
Honour by Elif Shafak
The Sandman Series by Neil Gaiman
Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin
The President's Gardens by Muhsin Al-Ramli
Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
Where'd You Go Bernadette by Maria Semple
Sikkim: Requiem for a Himalayan Kingdom by Andrew Duff


Sunday, 3 May 2020

Some Overrated Books

The following are overrated books I have recently read and should be avoided:
If Cats Disappeared by Genki Kawamura
Bride Test by Helen Hoang
The Magician of Lhasa by David Michie
For reviews of the these books head over to the Overrated page of this blog.

Babu Bangladesh by Numair Atif Choudhury

For a review of  Choudhury's Babu Bangladesh head over to the  Amazing section of this blog.

The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen

For a review of Matthiessen's The Snow Leopard head over to the Overrated page of this blog.