A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)
I was so disappointed by this: despite the raging plaudits i found it read like sub standard rushdie, masala lit that didn't say anything new or interesting, but rather beat the same old tired drums of caste and the emergency to engage an occidental audience easily engrossed by anything positioned, as unsubtly as possible, in the orientalised space that is india.
you will be gripped and shocked by this if it is your first experience of indian diasporic writing: the characters are competently drawn, the storylines powerful but neat. i however already knew that the caste system leads to horrible injustices, that the emergency, wherein indira gandhi went on an ademocratic rampage, and it's consequences were shocking: i've not only got the tshirt, but the novelty necktie and complementary cufflinks too. i don't see the point in rereading a sterile midnight's children which swaps dazzling flights of imaginaive metaphor with banal cliche.
you will be gripped and shocked by this if it is your first experience of indian diasporic writing: the characters are competently drawn, the storylines powerful but neat. i however already knew that the caste system leads to horrible injustices, that the emergency, wherein indira gandhi went on an ademocratic rampage, and it's consequences were shocking: i've not only got the tshirt, but the novelty necktie and complementary cufflinks too. i don't see the point in rereading a sterile midnight's children which swaps dazzling flights of imaginaive metaphor with banal cliche.





