Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi
are flamingos Flamingos of Mumbai who found themselves lost in a swamp in the midst of industrial buildings and relics, beautiful and fragile animals that have accontantentati a place that was not theirs, and who have only the freedom, in valves, to take off.
They are also the protagonists of this novel , people lost their human affairs. All brilliant and sad.
The protagonist is a young photographer who had just arrived in Bombay from the remote Shimla immediately becomes friends with a beautiful star in Bollywood and a young pianist of success, homosexual, who decided to abandon his career.
Sorry for the vulgarity (and then a sentence is absolutely in keeping with the novel), but as soon as I told my companion, told me: "Yes, and then maybe give it to him even before he meets the road" . Here, indeed, yes, that's it. This is Rhea, ceramic artist who has left everything but a marriage of love. And with the passing of time and drastic changes in history also the talent of the player will have his crisis.
short, a sort of Indian Tenenbaum, a concentration of genes and artists that somehow got lost the street.
Another main character is the city of Bombay, of which our hero wants to make a picture epic, " a monstrous muse, a bit 'massacre and a little' clown, always absurd, often charming .
In particular, the characters in the story, inspired by the case of Jessica Lall , live in the refined world of Bombay who lives in villas, Bellini drink and say witty jokes that are the envy dandy Oscar Wilde (while Bollywood extolled the promise can not be seen on the cover).
The novel, in my opinion has many flaws: too many stereotypes, too trivial, Oscillating between a lexicon with the language of adolescent sexual allusions and phrases for poetic effect (some even well managed, others completely out of place), from exuberant young author trying to impress, and then turn in tone a bit at the end ' sickly love of melodrama.
I'm saying is crap, indeed, "a sterile, soulless crap" (as the book describes one of the characters)?
No. .. history is fascinating television and the pages scroll. The emotions that ooze from the pages involved in the rough.
Some moments are actually some of the phrases and poetic effect really work, they think, move. At the end you create empathy: if for no other reason, including loneliness and redemption are all affected by the loss and death.
In short, it seems that the novel could write one of the characters in the book ( and on the other hand, the strip tells us that the author lived in a house built on a tree in Bombay and that when he was studying in London did offer to drink, telling Indian legends ...).
A book so full of ups and downs, as this review describes an Indian blogger, which is exactly what I think, word for word.
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