You've heard all too often about a young, lost, upper-middle class 20-something in love with Bombay: the 'city that never sleeps', a cliche outdone on...moreYou've heard all too often about a young, lost, upper-middle class 20-something in love with Bombay: the 'city that never sleeps', a cliche outdone only with old favourite, 'the spirit of Mumbai.' However, that is not what this book is really about. It's about - well, I'm not really sure what it's about. It clearly revolves around the murder of a famous model shot in a bar, inspired by the real life story of Jessica Lal, who was shot down in a Mumbai bar years ago. But what purpose that sub-plot serves, is beyond me. By the time I finished the book, I wondered why the author had included that whole bit in, as it clearly didn't go anywhere. Whatever, it's his book, he can put in what he pleases. Which explains a lot, actually. For instance, that whole bit of the politician (one of the main characters in the novel) jacking off in his bed with his wife sleeping beside him, whilst reliving the true memory of how he fucked a buffalo in the ass as a teenagers years ago. Uhhmm. Didn't see exactly what he was playing at over there...apart from trying to outdo a select part of weird Jap porn out there. There are lots of scenes that seem there to serve as pure shock value more than anything else; done once, it's okay, but as the book progresses on, it quickly gets annoying. This book has its moments with satire, but only in terms of smartass cynical quips and one-liners from the characters.
Maybe one star seems too harsh. But if I had to be honest with myself, I really cannot pretend that I didn't dislike this book. After I turned the last page, it left a bitter taste in my mouth, prompted by a sentiment of WTFness and anger that I had spent 500 rupees for this tosh. Darn it.(less)
This was so horrendously bad that I had forgotten all about having read this book. I guess my brain was trying to subconsciously suppress the memory o...moreThis was so horrendously bad that I had forgotten all about having read this book. I guess my brain was trying to subconsciously suppress the memory of it. However, my brain, being the way it is, just as well randomly popped this book up at me on a Monday evening, because that is the sort of thing my brain likes to do.
'Hey, remember that one time you wasted four precious days reading this book which posed itself as a 'historical fiction' novel and turned out to be really nothing more than some guy having sex with a hermaphrodite tranny for 80 pages straight? LOL!'
NOTHING about the book you might initially read, see or hear about would remotely suggest the level of bad-ness this book entails. I read this on a recommendation of a friend's, and since then I have been more than wary with recommendations, especially in instances where they involve vapid prose detailing badly written sex scenes with trannies as gimmicks.
As for the 'historical fiction' angle, forget about it. You'd be better off with 'Let's Learn Numbers!' or 'My First Book of Alphabet' to get better enlightenment instead.