Category: Fiction

  • The ocean at the end of the lane

    Neil Gaiman

    ‘Tender’ is probably the word I’d use if I had to describe this book in a word. I have to admit that it wasn’t until the last few pages that I started reading it non-literally. And then it hit me, a bit like waves that seem benign from far and then strike you with tremendous force.

    You could read the book like a simple fantasy story or you could make guesses on the possible symbolism at work. In the first case, it is a gripping tale of a little boy caught in the midst of forces far outside the realms of a normal English life. A vulnerable yet determined child, his enigmatic guardians, and a monster of a nanny all make for a very interesting read.
    It gets even more interesting if it’s the latter – possibly a commentary on growing up, feminism, relationships and so on. It also raises a question of what is real and what isn’t. In a way, aren’t the ‘stories’ that we make up to absorb, confront, or just handle the things that happen to us as children as true as the things that really happened? How true are our memories when we remember the past?

    P.S. Loved it for this – “I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.”

  • The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

    Arundhati Roy

    I didn’t read the reviews of this book, but I did sense disappointment on my various newsfeeds. Irrespective of that, this was a book that I had to read, because Arundhati Roy is one of my favourite writers. Not for The God of Small Things, which I don’t remember having a well formed opinion on, but for The Algebra of Infinite Justice, which she uses as a phrase in this book (pg 310). And I’m glad I did – the fire still burns!

    The clues to this book’s agenda, if it does have one, can be read even before one begins really reading it. It is on the jacket in the form of a seemingly rhetorical question that actually gets answered – “How to tell a shattered story? By slowly becoming everybody. No. By slowly becoming everything.”. It is also documented in the book’s dedication – To, The Unconsoled.
    The shattered story does indeed seem to have everyone and everything. It definitely has those elements which have been a part of all the non-fiction that the author has been writing – the people of Kashmir, Hindu nationalists, adivasis and Maoists. It also has the anti-corruption wave led by Anna Hazare (tubby Gandhian), the rise of Arvind Kejriwal (Mr.Aggarwal, who was an accountant), the omnipotence of Modi (“Gujarat ka Lalla”) and the saffron brigade, Maoist movements, and most definitely the mess that is Kashmir.  (more…)

  • Daemon

    Daniel Suarez

    OMFG! That was one fantastic ride!

    An obituary of a genius gaming tycoon gets published, a program, or rather a complex logic tree system, is activated, and it begins its not-so-slow journey of taking over the world! The concept of a person infiltrating and controlling (and even micromanaging) people, events and corporations, after his death, doesn’t seem as far fetched once you get on this roller-coaster of a book.

    The immense tech knowledge that the author clearly possesses, meshes with a worldview that I definitely could relate to, and is nuanced with some very humane moments. It is as much a commentary of technology’s impact on society and individuals as it is an absolutely racy thriller that paces itself superbly. Pretty much an MMORPG set in the real world! What’s interesting is that at a certain point, it becomes very difficult to decide what the villain is – the Daemon or the government-military-industrial-corporation nexus that it seeks to destroy. The characters that fight for and against the Daemon are also an interesting bunch, with their own complex backstories, and sense of loyalty.
    I thought this would be classified as cyberpunk, but apparently there is a thing called post-cyberpunk. Whatever it is, I can’t wait to read the second part of this amazing story!

    P.S. Somewhere in between, the author also manages to explain the reason for evolution deciding on sex as a means of reproduction! Fantastic stuff there too!

    Daemon

  • Murder in Mahim

    Jerry Pinto

    “Em and the Big Hoom” is a favourite book largely thanks to how sensitively Jerry Pinto deals with the issue of a person’s mental health and its impact on their near and dear. Murder in Mahim, in terms of premise, is vastly different and as the title would suggest, a murder mystery. But once again, it is the sensitivity that the author displays in treating both the subject and the subjects that takes it beyond other fare in the genre.

    It would be unfair to compare this to his previous work simply because of the massive genre shift. I also feel that it might not have worked simply as a murder mystery because once the plot progresses, second guessing becomes rather easy. Two things worked in its favour. The pace of the narrative is tight. The author doesn’t stretch any suspenseful plot points beyond its worth, and in that sense, respects the reader’s smarts. The other part is the nuanced detailing. A subculture of Bombay truly comes to life in the book. (yes, I recognise the irony here) The author makes the effort to get the reader to empathise with the characters and their complexities. That goes for the city too – as represented by its people and places, and even the time of the day when it is seen.  (more…)

  • The Association of Small Bombs

    Karan Mahajan

    Not that I read a lot of fiction that can be called optimistic in subject or outlook, but this one was particularly depressing. I would even call it cruel because the insights on human behaviour are sharp and used effectively.. Ironically, I am not being negative about it, it’s just the way it is.

    The book begins with an explosion, and then it simmers, before boiling towards another. That’s as much as I will spoil it for you. The explosion was not even something major, on a relative scale – “the death toll would be only thirteen dead with thirty injured — a small bomb. A typical bomb. A bomb of small consequences.”

    But think about it, after the media makes a few meal tickets out of it in the next few days, after the government has done their song and dance, and after the NGOs have raised their point (again) what happens to the lives of the thirty injured, the families of the thirteen dead, and what goes on in the minds of the those who planted the bomb? This book is exactly that.  (more…)