unfortunately, i am so disappointed by the first chapter of ‘the great indian novel’, that i have decided to shove it away. considering there’s a lot of tharoor in the news today, and that this book of his was given considerable lip service, i decided to pick it up. also, being a big fan of the mahabharatha (the epic, the serial, stories at home, etc), and with the customary touch of deference regarding the erstwhile indian political scene, i expected a lot out of the book. and to top it all off, the book starts off in a typical indian fiction author style, the nerve of which i can’t point to, but a style that gets me everytime, and makes me want to explore more of the genre.

anyways, as i mentioned, the book, at least going by the first chapter, is a juvenile, amateur writer’s exploration, which could have been written as well by a so-so talented blogger looking for venting his sarcasms somewhere. initially, i thought of quoting some parts of the first chapter as a self-fulfilling experience, but i’m too lazy, and it’s not worth it. suffice to say, it feels like reading a 15 year old’s essay on a extrapolating the mahabharatha to the indian political scene, one with the want for the cursory sympathetic laugh here and there.

boring…