This book had me at the get go. From
the opening scene, I read, in a trance like state – most likely under one of
the very neuroses Manu Joseph researched to write the book. An unconventional mystery
about a father trying to find out why his cartoonist son committed suicide set
in the Madras of the 90’s, the book is intensely depressing and funny in equal
measure.
Joseph asks questions in the book
that no sane man seeking to entertain his readers would. But he weaves them in
seamlessly as nuggets that explain why the young man did what he did. There are
pieces of the book which are pure literary magic, for example the way Thoma
Chacko – the dead young man’s younger brother – sees life around him. Joseph
describes his emotions in capital letters as if they exist as proper nouns, as
living beings we meet everyday and say hello to – A Sense Of Well Being, for
example.
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