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A riot it isnt.
The story, events,
characters unfold slowly, painted in strokes on a small canvas in Northern
India with lyrical writing.
This is a book written
for foreigners. But this doesnt stop us from learning, about our
religions and communal politics, and what goes on in the minds of people
actually involved in communal riots. The chapters, told from different
viewpoints, are crisp and short, just what one would wish in a book with
a political agenda.
In the words of his
protagonist, or one of them, Tharoor says: "Why not write a book
about religion without descriptions of a mosque or temple or devotion."
He has, with all the nine essential emotional elements that must go into
any work of entertainment: love, hate, joy, sorrow, pity, disgust, courage,
pride and compassion
The gentle romance
that threads through the book and occasionally sizzles loudly keeps the
reader going. In contrast are the bitter American marriage and the sedate
Indian one, where love should come after.
The craft with which
Tharoor chooses to express many views is so simple and complete that you
think there is no other way that this could have been explained.
One wishes
if only I could.
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