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Chandra Pips Arundhati to Commonwealth Prize. The Times of India News Service. NEW DELHI: Vikram Chandra’s Love and Longing in Bombay has won the. Vikram Chandra is one of those writers who really likes to spin a yarn. Unlike many contemporary fiction writers, especially from India, whose. In these five haunting stories Vikram Chandra paints a remarkable picture of Bombay—its ghosts, its passions, its feuds, its mysteries—while exploring timeless.

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An interlocking of stories, five main stories, out of which dozens of other shorter narratives unfold, one lvoe begetting another and another in the concentric kind of narrative structuring Chandra evidently loves.

He had tested this in front of machine guns and found it to be true.

Love and Longing in Bombay

He was still awake. Does he really want to be the all-too-easily-bribable, occasionally torturing cop he’s somehow become over the years? Shakti, it means strength and the female characters – Sheila, Ganga, Dolly and Asha had it in spades. Sep 22, Jigar Brahmbhatt rated it really liked it. These five stories are long enough to encompass entire novels, but never leave you feeling confused or overwhelmed.

One moment and a whole city gone. This is not an author who I want to read again. For a cynic she despairs a lot. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.

Although this is a radical departure from the style and content of his first novel, it nevertheless displays the continued intelligent command of diverse materials…. As the day came they moved into the burning city, and the buildings were torn by explosions and the shriek of rockets skimming low over the streets and ringing off the walls.

Thapa was still against the wall, his palms against it, his bombag working back and forth, looking exactly where Jago Antia was. Having giving that disclaimer, I truly did not like this book. Below his right knee the flesh was white and twisted away from the bone.

The effect is dazzling….

Vikram Chandra’s ‘Love and Longing in Bombay’: Where potboilers meet literature

If you want to specify chandfa or point out the shady and hidden goings in Bombay, the come out and say so. Want to Read saving…. Probably they are the two different cities of the mind where one follows western culture and the other tries to maintain its bond with its rich old heritage.


Once in a while you come across a book that makes you read with a kind of greed, as if you were breaking a fast. I am glad I picked this one. The balcony filled up with journos full of horrific election-time tales from the interior, and the younger Maruti kind of stockbrokers, and also a certain hotel-trainee group who always live.

References 1 Kevin Patrick Mahoney. Do you get the impression this collection is all about Story? They had done the party to mark an obscure regimental battle day from half a century before, because he would never have allowed a celebration for himself.

The theme of creating and honing one’s identity, establishing and bmbay it was prominent, so no issues with it being diaspora. Don’t know what it was. Even though he knew it was probably Amir Khan talking to himself, flicking away with a duster in the imagined light of some long-gone day, he moved cautiously, back vikdam the wall. This is high-order stuff and Chandra pulls most of it brilliantly. The translation I read Hebrew had set no problems, which is all I expect from a translation.

He saw the insanity of what had gone on for three days, and he was sure it was exhaustion. They had been training long enough, and now he did not turn his head to see if the stick was tight because he knew his men vlkram their skill.

Is his reluctance to let his estranged wife finally go by signing the divorce papers born from love or just from possessiveness? Impossible not to lose yourself in its tumultuous emotions borne of subcontinental passion, longing, evil, death, spirits, and dreams of Bollywood.

A wonderful collection of five stories all interlinked in an ingenious manner. At the backdrop of Bombay all the five stories take place. Subramaniam had white hair, he was thin, and in un falling dusk he looked very small to me, the kind of chajdra who would while away the endless boredom of his life fikram a bar off Sasoon Dock, and so I shaped him up in my mind, and weighed him and dropped him.


Everything in the darkness appeared as shades, blackness and deeper blackness. Sep 21, K. Chandra is advertising his allegiances. Amma took two steps forward.

May 30, Vinitha rated it really liked it Shelves: Today, a new breed of Bombayite—speaking Marathi, disdaining cosmopolitanism and espousing sectarian discipline and Hindu resurgence—has come to power, and the city is officially renamed Mumbai. With a groan he collapsed against the banister and slid down the stairs, all the way to the bottom, his leg rattling on the steps.

He had been a distant son, meeting them on leave in Delhi and Lucknow while they were on vacation. She wanted to tell him that the past was responsible for him, for his beauty, but of course there was nothing to say, no possible way to explain.

There were the Victorian couches covered with faded flower prints, the gold-rimmed paintings on the wall of his grandparents and uncles. Literary enjoyment’s literary enjoyment, but it’s always good to get your money’s worth. As is obvious the title cannot have the same connotations if the reader is alien to Indian culture. As is the case with all superior examples of the genre, this can be attributed to the character of Singh himself.

The stories yield more stories. I’ve spent enough time practicing the rejection of the masculine status quo, the heteronormative, the rich and the able and the ones who are not despised, to recoil on instinct to the majority chandrw it, if not all. Trivia About Love and Longing He curled the knob with the back of his hand so that it snapped the voice off and broke with a crack. Before it was dark again he was halfway down the stairs. I spent 12 years trying to remember a story which I’d read in the New Yorker, and loved.