I must say I have not read too many Booker Prize winning books. In fact, not more
than one. The only Booker Prize winning book I have ever read is Arundhati
Roy’s ‘God of small things’ which blew my mind away. That book was a Booker and
a half, and then some more.
I
was drawn into Jhabwala’s world with a mesmerizingly beautiful movie called ‘The
Householder’. Starring Shashi Kapoor, this black and white movie made in 1963
is beautifully timeless yet sepia toned in a way that left me nostalgic, even
though it was released two decades before I entered this world. A simple tale
told beautifully, penned by Jhabwala. It was the Delhi of old depicted in the
movie, when Mehrauli was still forest and trees, and the simple yet enrapturing
plot of the movie which drew my attention to the existence of this author.
And
you would think- what better book to start reading an author off with than one
that won the Booker? Well, you would have thought wrong. ‘Heat and Dust’ is
disappointingly underwhelming. The characters have no arc- the reader never
understands why Olivia does the things she does, except getting a vague idea.
The character of the narrator is even more mystifying in the ways she behaves
and her casual sexual dalliances and her life choices are at utmost odds with
her keen display of intellect.
The
character of the Nawab is the most beautifully etched out and I must say while
reading, one almost looks forward to the sections where the Nawab is to appear.
He was one character that one can almost see and feel while reading the book
and credit must be given to Jhabwala for inventing (or keenly observing and
thereafter chronicling) such a colorful character. Not only do the Nawab’s
conversations entertain guests within the book, his appearance is a breath of
fresh air in what is largely a literary bore.
What
saved the book for me, aside from the Nawab, was the subtle poetry Jhabwala
effortlessly imbues in her writing. I just wish she had made half as much effort
with her plot.
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