3 journalers for this copy...
Half of the book is told by Singh's adversary Ganesh Gaitonde. He became the boss of a powerful organisation, by killing and stealing of course, and the author tried to make him a "humanly" killer, a negative hero with scrupels and thoughts. But what good are all of Ghanesh's esoteric insights, when on the next page he is off again to eliminate in a most cruel way a chap who angered him? I generally don't like killer heroes, and this one was especially vexing. He remained for me a foul-mouthed, vain, cruel but insecure boy with a bloated ego, who is only strong due his weapons. Although his cellphone dialogues with Juliet "Jojo" Mascarenas, an agent for models and virgins, are amongst the funniest parts of the book. But even intelligent Jojo let me down at the end with her irrationality. In front of an tetchy madman who holds a loaden gun, one doesn't make fun of his penis size ... one just shouldn't.
The plot is actually not bad, although the language needs getting used to. Chandra writes in English, but uses for half the words Marathi expressions, AND THERE IS NO GLOSSARY! I really wonder what the editor thought. That this novel is read only in Mumbai?
Also it has lengths. Esoteric babble, flashbacks, background, back history, ancestors and ancestors of ancestors, Chandra depicts details of details. Imagine a Mandelbrot fractal where every bud sprouts new buds, and new buds, and again. The author sprouts a family story of every secondary character. It's a story to stray into, and I was very grateful for the rudimentary cast list.
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