Reading Desi
There is one section in the bookshop I can never resist from visiting. It has the most attractive books with shiny book covers , peppered with magazine-review quotes and published by the leading book houses...it ultimately results in pulling out that 100/200 bucks and glowing inside , for no reason what-so-ever. You feel unusually , unexplainably enlightened , happy , satisfied and every possible adjective found in the Oxford Thesaurus related to happiness...ofcourse , all this lasts only upto you have completed 20 pages in the book , then you start searching for those refund vouchers.
The books I am talking about are the desi-authored ones , the books which have made it to international awards and New York Times Reviews. Those books , which have an aura of hype and phoney praise around them , ofcourse , inside is the bitter pill. The book is bad , worse , worst.
No , i am not trying to generalise all Indian books into this all-hype-and-no-substance category. There are very good ones too , but they are so rare , that when you visit the Indian section , you are confronted with Anurag Mathurs , Anita Nairs , Chetan Bhagats and Robin Sharmas.I have been a victim of this many times. From Chetan Bhagat to Amitav Ghosh , my book-collection at home possesses all those tried-and-thrusted books , which stare at me accusingly , and i stare back guiltily.Like in the case of Amitav Ghosh's The Hungry Tide. I picked up the book , and my jaw dropped , the cover page has the most attractive cover design i had seen and plus a mention of how this book won the Hutch Crossword Award had me on. I turned the book around and i was greeted with the most flattering comments , "The most endearing book" , "The most unforgettable book..." , "The best book ever written which haunts your mind even after reading"... Plus , the plot of the book has me on...and the rest is history.Anyway , this specie of a book is about the wildlife in Sunderbans explored by an NRI and a businessman , well , who cares? . The writer Amitav Ghosh unfortunately cannot differentiate between a thesis on Sunderban Beliefs and Dolphins and a good , fun book which makes pleasant reading. Don't read this book , unless ofcourse , you want to become a National Geographic researcher in Irrawady Dolphins :).But the most outrageous book i would have read (no , started) is Anita Nair's "Fasting , Feasting" or something like that. Published by Penguin , it is glamourously packed , has a don't-dare-ignore story line (it is about the story of a Muslim and a Hindu...orsomething like that) , but the book is so bad , that i had to rush out to thenearby medical shop for a Crocin tablet. And for that matter , NEVER attempt reading ANY book by this Nair. And if you do , i am not responsible for unsolicited heart-attacks , headaches , illnesses or anything of that sort :)But , on the contrary , one book i liked was Bapsi Sidhwa's Ice-Candy Man (better known as Cracking India).Ofcourse I picked up this book because there was a movie made on this called 1947-Earth , starring Nandita Das and Aamir Khan *sheepish* , but i did enjoy the book. I am not partial to Aamir Khan in this case , afterall , i panned One Night At The Call Centre , even though Abhishek Bachchan is acting in the movie made on this book :)...And thus goes my exploits with Indian books. I have read Anurag Mathur , Eshwar Sundaresan , Jaishree Mishra , Amitav Ghosh , Bapsi Sidhwa , Chetan Bhagat among many. Yeah , most were bad (read - horrific) , but there were some good apples to. Like Arundati Roy...And now i am saddled with a Jaishree Mishra's "Afterwards". Suggested by a friend , i had no choice , but accept it with an aspartame-coated plastic smile. And i will attempt it too. And no eye-brow raisings , if my blog is inactive for a few more week ;)



