This one should have been called “Sanghi Cant”, as in Sanghi Cant Write. Again, as some would argue, it is besides the point if Sanghi can or , cannot. It is all about whether Sanghi should? Never,ever. Never,ever again should this man attempt to string words together for business or for pleasure.
I’m glad I got that out of my system. I despised this book. It is an embodiment of all that is wrong with noveau Indian writing. Bad prose, a pretentious plotline and , characters, despite being drawn from the rich annals of Indian history, being cast in a mould as deep as a concise tweet.
This post was submitted by Karthik Jayashankar.