K.C. Bhatt's Blog, page 15
August 12, 2013
Talking writers
The pity is, writers also have to explain. Talk what they have written.
It can not be any worse.
And now they are performing too.
And people are applauding.


August 6, 2013
London property boom on a rainy day
Real estate worth has appreciated 20% in the last three years in Britain, spurred by the dole of the government of various kind. On the face of nearly flat growth, which dipped into the negative area more often than not, it is outstanding way to help a sector of the economy. But is it worth it? When one can see what happened in Spain.
‘A house for Mr. Biswas’ ridiculed a man’s dream of owning a house so extremely that I felt embarrassed when such an aspiration came to my mouth. But its writer, Sir Naipaul, amassed a number of valuable real estates in London and other places in England, on account of the success of this book.
Naipaul is being practical there, if one goes by the wisdom of the British government. Or is it trying to defend the ambivalence of the writer? When a government becomes involved in increasing the cost of real estate in a country, after the banks have gone bankrupt in doing so, it reflects a very serious problem with it. Because, if it too fails a few years later, only a war could bail out the country.
Or, in the hope of a bail out, shall England too join the EU finally, if the bubble bursts? Or winter Olympics will be organised to improve the economy? Or there will be another baby in the Royal family? I hear Rowling is busy finding another pseudonym.


August 3, 2013
The great Gatsby
Trying to read ‘The great Gatsby’, after selecting it as paperback amongst several versions of its movies, I thought so, if the word great was fitting in the title. It was difficult to find the book. And I felt if it was written for a movie by a man who wrote advertising slogans in the beginning of his career. Every scene appears fast like a movie and dialogue are very dramatic. The prosperity of America almost ugly then. Uglier were the Britons trying to have a share of it. Very little passing hints at the WWI the writer had recently fought. Or did he? But you are trapped by your situation and are bound to write about it.
A successful book becomes a trend which dogs the literary culture for decades later.


July 27, 2013
The cuckoo’s calling
Shall the launch of this book start a trend for established writers, who are not doing well recently? To get all the five star reviews under a pseudonym, from the people who though may know the real author. But they give all five stars.
Then the real author is divulged by a confidant to sell the book. Which was already mildly selling through other confidants.
You can have critical acclaim and also sale of the book.
Which most books are not able to have.
Looks simple after it has worked once already?
Has it?


July 26, 2013
The writer
July 24, 2013
July 9, 2013
June 6, 2013
My writer.
June 3, 2013
TRE
Nepal is an enigma to outsiders but a new novel opens a stunning window into the country and its society.
It is a story of the life of Nawin spanning many decades, with him shifting between Nepal and India often; and jobs, in search of a stability. Because the life around him he discovers to be exploitative and violent. The wide spread corruption and political violence was particularly unsettling.
He withdraws almost from it, unable to fit. To find a solace in very occasional meeting with one of his colourful friends. He violently spits out his venomous feelings to Dilip, his journalist friend, who is finally making a living out of his profession, whenever they meet. Dilip has grown wiser than Nawin, in his middle age, to make the best of the things as they exist. Nawin feels betrayed by Dilip.
It brings the conflict between them, which was not there earlier. Nawin almost abuses Dilip with his talks, whenever they meet, more recently. But it does not make him feel any good later.
Among all this Nawin also feels remorseful, for his inability to look after his very old step-mother and her son with mental invalidity. His second way of finding a solace, apart from abusing Dilip, is in visiting his step mother and her son once in a while. For the emotional pressure of living with them once again makes him run away to his banal life in the city.
The Nepalese life is described authentically both in urban and rural parts. Particularly when the Maoist war was engulfing it, in the aftermath of the royal massacre. This novel is an interesting native voice.

