Will be writing reviews as posts from now on. The REVIEW page, as it was, before removal:

Coming Up: My Name is Red Orhan Pamuk

Midnight’s Children Salman Rushdie; 463 pg.

However much is said, I am not really impressed with this book. Though the expanse of the plot is appreciated,  and even the narration is good; I’m hardly convinced with his non-chronological deftness of the narration.Rushdie may try to erase lines of time, space and nature but the soup he has made out of the whole thing in the most trivial of circumstances is not very impressive. As far as the language is concerned, he has tried to bring out a new sort of dialect, where the narration truly flows. Eventually, the structure widens and the novel comes to its true form, thereby proving to be really a brilliant work.

(The Booker of the Booker novel, 1993. Man Booker prize winner and highly critically acclaimed.) 

My ratings: * * * * / 5


The Shadow Lines Amitav Ghosh; 252 pg.

The novel follows somewhat the same line of structure wherein Ghosh traverses the shadow lines of nationality, ethnicity, societal proceedings and the relation to the populace.  Tridib’s death truly makes all gasp for more as the novel formerly flows with the life of the family and its link with the outside world. I was highly impressed with the last portion where there is conflict in the narrator’s mind as to the situation and the gravity of the 1962-64 Calcutta, Khulna riots. It show how the emergence of wider scenario of highlighted issues on the basis of the multitude and situation subdues other ‘trivial’ events which can only be testified by the victims. The flow, the reminiscence, the gore and the anthropological side to the plot truly justifies Ghosh’s vocation.

(Sahitya Akademi Prize Winner 1989; Highly acclaimed in the subcontinent and Europe.)

My ratings: * * * * / 5


One Hundred Years of Solitude Gabriel Garcia Marque; 422 pg.

If there has been a writer after Leo Tolstoy, Honore de Balzac, Feodor Doestovosky and other than Gunter Grass and James Joyce who has truly rendered a masterpiece, it is Gabriel Garcia Marquez. In this masterpiece of his (from which quite a few writers have taken cue) Marquez has spoken of Macond, the fictitious town where Jose Arcadio Buendia starts his family of six generations which passes through wars, hauntings, vendetta, etc. He has beautifully employed the art of magic realism like none other. The flow is pure and without detours or disarrayed sequences; but ultimately it is so powerful that it can influence generations to come.

The  greatest novel of all languages in the last fifty years   Salman Rushdie

My ratings: * * * * * / 5


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