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Book Review: 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in this Strange World, by Elif Shafak

I’ve tried reading award nominated literary fiction books before but only a couple of them have felt really interesting. When I saw Elif Shafak’s book under the shortlist for this year’s Man Booker, I thought I’ll give it a try. I’ve heard really good things of her earlier book, and the blurb felt different from other literary fictions. The title too was quite intriguing.

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Book Review: Sleeping on Jupiter, by Anuradha Roy

There are these books that come once in a while which appeal to you because of the blurb and the title. This is one, but it appealed to me because the blurb made the book more mysterious, than shed light on what lay ahead. A variety of characters, seemingly independent of each other’s stories, weaving in and out through the book; how can their disconnected lives be connected, I wondered. And that’s what Anuradha Roy does through this book. She connects them in a way I couldn’t quite have expected. Continue reading “Book Review: Sleeping on Jupiter, by Anuradha Roy”

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Book Review: History of the Rain, by Niall Williams

It is not often that a book appeals just with two lines from the back blurb. But when I read, “We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive, or keep alive those who only live now in the telling”, I knew this book held promise. It made me intrigued to know more about “Plain Ruth Swain” and her story. Continue reading “Book Review: History of the Rain, by Niall Williams”

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Book Review: The Smoke is Rising, by Mahesh Rao

There are some novels that stand out based on just the power of narration. Through that narration, the author manages to paint a picture, take us into the novel and make that picture come alive. It’s as if we are walking down the roads the characters walk and seeing what they see. Lavanya Sankaran’s The Hope Factory was one such novel I remember. I’ve come across very few such evocative novels from Indian authors, and it was a pleasure to read this one, The Smoke is Rising, from Mahesh Rao. Continue reading “Book Review: The Smoke is Rising, by Mahesh Rao”