An unknown man in an unnamed city stands precariously on the ledge of the terrace of his building on the night of the festival of lights. He is ready to jump. He looks down. Hundreds, maybe thousands, have gathered to watch. Will he do it? At the edge of sanity and magic realism lies a contemporary urban fable about a reluctant Messiah and the wildly dangerous love of his life.
This book is a fascinating study of a chimera realism- full of illusion, fantasy, delusion, dream, fancy, figment of the imagination, will-o'-the-wisp, phantom, mirage; ignis fatuus . It reminds me of the earthly realism of RK Laxman and the yearning for idealism. A must read
Very interesting book written in unique style. Plotwise, this is the least predictable story I can remember reading in a long time, probably partially due to all the examples of magical realism. Overall great book I can happily recommend.
My, this book is bad. Does not help that Gustad treats his protagonist with a reverence that makes the character seem dull and undeserving in the first-half and dumb and indecisive in the second-half.
Chapters 1-4 are a drag; the end of 4 is where things start to get interesting, but then it goes downhill pretty quickly after giving a glimpse of what Gustad could do with the story. He does not have the ability to manage tone, and much less infuse the story with satirical elements, which would've done (at least) the latter half of the book a huge benefit.
Also, the entire protagonist not having a name would have been fine by me (it's a gimmick, yes, but a passable one) if Gustad hadn't gone on to refer to the protagonist by capital H he, capital H himself, capital H him, capital Y you. There's only that much facepalming I can take.