Diamond Shumsher Rana (डायमनशमशेर राणा) was born at Tansen Durbar in Palpa, where his grandfather, Sher Shumshere Jung Bahadur Rana, was governor. His father Buddha Shumshere Jung Bahadur Rana was a colonel in the Royal Nepal Army.Rana enjoyed a privileged upbringing and was a captain in the Royal Nepal Army. In 1948 Rana travelled to Benaras, India and had his first novel Basanti published. In Nepal, he had aligned himself with an anti-establishment faction of the Rana regime and was arrested, court-martialled and sentenced to death but was later freed after members of the Rana family pressured the regime for his release. Rana later joined the political opposition and was a member of the Nepali Congress Party from 1954 to 1987.
I remember being dragged to watch the movie Basanti in Jay Nepal when I was a kid by an uncle of mine. I don't remember much about the movie, except the part at the end when they say "Kot Parva ma ragat ko khola bagyo" which had me wonder and ask my dad later how huge exactly is a "ragat ko khola". I did watch it later on when it aired on TV and remember having liked it, but even that was ages ago.
Even after all this interaction with the movie, I had not yet read the book, and now that I have I don't think I was losing out on much. I did enjoy reading the history of Nepal, being a history buff, and about the power struggle between the courtiers, king/queen and the princes. But that's the history not something the writer had to think up. Where the writer had to use his imagination, I found him severely lacking.
Supremely disjointed and scattered writing plagues this book. Also, the characters are two-dimensional cardboard cutouts who undergo no development at all throughout the book. The wooden, stilted dialogues are another of the issues. But the biggest crime of all has to be the writer flagrantly ignoring one of the major rules in writing- show, don't tell. We constantly are being shoved this person and other person met, they fell in love, something happened and then other, down our throats instead of having it be shown to us. The insta-love plot also irked me to no end. Characters meet for an hour and are already planning to get married by the next day. Gimme a break!
This may be my nostalgia speaking but Seto Bagh was way better.
Oh and the movie was no better. The cringey acting and hamfisted delivery of dialogues reminded me why I never watch Nepali movies in the first place.