Having just read this story, I can report that I enjoyed it immensely. It does a wonderful job of entertaining; however, equally as important, it educates and it raises the consciousness. At times it’s quite searing.
I enjoyed the character development and the easy flow of the narrative, especially the completely natural dialogue, which is always a "make or break" ingredient for me as a reader. The intricacies of the plot are nicely handled and well stitched together.
The story’s underlying message is about violence against women, which sadly happens around the world, but perhaps more so in certain countries and cultures, as I’ve come to understand it. As a North American, I occasionally get wind of a particularly savage incident on the other side of the globe, but its sharp edge is soon blunted by the company it keeps, much of that here in my own corner. We are drenched each day by news of awful things and we go to bed with our minds numbed. A story about an act of violence in a faraway place disturbs us momentarily, but is then absorbed by the greater body, like a raindrop on a lake.
As a male, I can be shocked by violence against women, feel a general human empathy, know how unforgiveable it is, and pray that it might never happen to my mother, my girlfriend, my sisters and nieces. Yet there’s still been a sort of pane between my own view of such violence and the perspective of a woman, I suppose, simply because I am a male. Yes, I can visualize myself being a victim of violence; however, on its own, my imagination (though capable of much) has perhaps mostly come up short in fully understanding the female experience, it having been influenced by my singular male experience.
I say that because, now that I’ve completed this reading, I feel that I have been removed from the hubbub, the crowded room, and invited into a private conversation, with no distractions. In the quiet, I am given the full story, the clear, close-up picture, and it helps to widen my understanding, to move it away from the abstract. Therein lies the service provided by this novel. It has brought me much closer to comprehending a woman’s discomfort as she simply moves along a city street, never mind continuing up the scale through vulnerability, anger, fear, outrage and despair, all of which seem to go hand in hand with living in a male-dominated society. Add to that, in the case of India, a caste system. Simply put, it has made it more real for me. I am able to walk about my city, feeling anonymous, comfortable and unthreatened. It ought to be the same for a woman.
Without a doubt, this book will resonate with women, but I feel that if it's had such an effect on me, then many other male readers will experience the same, no matter where they reside. They'll likely find it an eye-opener.
I believe that what I have written so far clearly expresses my many likes regarding this novel. I am unable to mention any dislikes; however, there is one aspect which I suppose I might describe as a “difficulty,” although it's one which is due to my unfamiliarity with Indian names, and not a problem with the writing.
To explain, as a North American, I’m accustomed to being able to recognize names by gender. Of course we too have some genderless names such as “Dale,” “Kim,” and “Sandy,” but mainly we have delineated boy-names and girl-names, if I can put it simplistically. Speaking for myself, that assists in following the narrative. Coming from a completely different culture, I found that while getting into this story - and it has numerous characters - I was having a bit of trouble keeping it straight about who was who, as the unfamiliar names didn’t lock in right away. This was slightly compounded by the fact that several characters have more than one appellation -- formal names, nicknames, et cetera. This was not a major stumbling block, though, because context eventually sorted it out for me and I became more familiar with everybody as I progressed. It did not remain an issue.
India as the setting was not a problem for me. I love to escape my own life and “go travelling,” when I read a book. I enjoyed the descriptions of life in Delhi. Some were painful to read, obviously, but this book wasn’t meant to be painless. I’m impressed by the amount of research that Damyanti Biswas must have engaged in, in order to bring us into the upper echelons of the police force, into the medical world, as well as taking us to the slums and to the comfortable homes of the well-off. Throughout, there's a satisfying mix of the exotic (for me) and the familiar. And hey, there’s a Nando’s (I love Nando’s)!
There are numerous Hindi phrases sprinkled through the narrative, but I found this to be a good feature, even though I'm not able to understand them. Things are taking place in India, after all, and these phrases enhance that setting and contribute to the exotic aspect I mentioned earlier. In any case, they are most of the time gently blended with an English clarification.
Reading this story was time well spent.
I received it as an ARC, and I now look forward to its publication so that I can add a copy to my personal library!