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Book Review: Kurukshetra, by Krishna Udayashankar

Kurukshetra is the ending to the Aryavarta Chronicles, the trilogy by Krishna Udayashankar. This third book deals with the war that takes place at Kurukshetra. The author maintains that the series is neither a reinterpretation of the great Mahabharata epic, nor a retelling of it.

Krishna proposes peace, which is rejected by Syoddhan. This is followed by a search for allies for the Great War that is to follow because of that rejection. Most of the book is taken up by the descriptions of the war, or what leads to it including that peace proposal.

Knowing that the characters are devoid of magic and humanized helped this time to adjust to the story, which had been difficult in the first two books. It also piqued interest as to the war which develops, because the magic factor is missing. The character of Abhimanyu is the most interesting for me, and I liked where the author took that part of the tale. The narration is deep, the language polished. And the cover design possibly the best of the three books.

On the flipside, the book felt long and the prose either heavy or hurried at times. It took me a while to get through with it as it didn’t manage to keep me engaged from start to finish at times The first two books held promise , but this is perhaps a tad short of the mark set by those.

As a reader, I think the best way to enjoy the series is to read it back to back. Then it’d be more interesting, because without the mythology, it didn’t work as well for me.

The Bookworm Rates This: 3/5
The Bookworm Rates This: 3/5
Book Details
Title: Kurukshetra Series: Aryavarta Chronicles #3
Author(s): Krishna Udayashankar Genre: Mythology
ISBN/ASIN: 9789350097182 Publisher: Hachette India
No. of Pages: 436 Price: Rs. 350

Reviewed for Hachette India who gave me a copy of the book. The views expressed here are my own, frank and uninfluenced.

(© 13th April 2015)



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