An intriguing but flawed introduction to Hinduism: A Personal Review.
The tales of Hindu Gods and heroes were my first stories. My grandmother’s magical storytelling brought these myths to life, while her sister often offered a completely different version. Their lively debates left me confused but deeply fascinated.
Growing up, I lived near a place where the Shiva vs. Vishnu debate was a thing. While the discussions were polite on the surface, I could sense the frustration underneath. (And yes, I "won" one of these debates with another girl by—well—pushing her. 🙈) Back then, I thought there had to be one right answer.
That’s when my mom handed me this book. It was my first book on mythology, and it taught me some crucial lessons. I learnt that myths could have multiple versions, and they could all be true! Shiva, Vishnu, Shakti—each could be supreme, depending on the source. This sparked my lifelong love for mythology and taught me to enjoy the stories instead of arguing over them.
Looking back, however, this book isn’t a true introduction to Hinduism. Macfie relies heavily on translations by foreign authors, and the tone felt dismissive, haughty, and dated. Additionally, the book’s sanitised approach might mislead or frustrate beginners exploring Hindu mythology.
Despite its flaws, the book remains an engaging read with an intriguing selection of myths. For instance, it highlights differing views on women, such as those from Valmiki and Manu, which adds complexity.
For those curious, it’s available on Kindle Unlimited—just read it with a critical eye.