Hey folks—I just finished a wonderful novella called Ghachar Ghochar by Vivek Shanbhag. It’s about a family in Bangalore, India, and how unexpected prosperity irrevocably affects their lives.
One of the reviews said it had a Chekhovian quality and that rang true for me; a simplicity of language with a subtle humor and an undercurrent of melancholy. It’s also deceptive in the way that Chekhov’s plays are—you get to the end and then BAM.
“Words, after all, are nothing by themselves. They burst into meaning only in the minds they’ve entered.” —Vivek Shanbhag
I’ve just started The Covenant of Water, which takes me to another part of India: Kerala, in the south. It’s a place I’ve always wanted to visit. Whatcha readin’?
Chris
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