I went into this optimistically, knowing it's heralded as a work of prominence in Urdu literature, but it was a bit of a mixed bag for me. I can't say for sure if it's just the translation falling short of capturing the essence and nuances of the original or if it simply hasn't aged well despite its status as a classic, but I wasn't blown away as I had come to subconsciously expect from the work of an author of critical acclaim. In any case, I enjoyed parts of it well enough to ponder over them and jot down notes and commentaries on the margins. The book is an anthology of three short stories and a full-length novel – all of which are set against the backdrop of the neighbourhood of Chakiwara in the city of Karachi in a newly formed Pakistan, and revolve around the daily lives and shenanigans of the inhabitants of the said locale.
Not a huge fan of the first and the third stories – 'The Smiling Buddha' and 'The Downfall of Seth Tanwari' – though they have their moments. The second story – 'The Love Meter' – is decent and has some thought-provoking implications. The fourth entry in the book, which is the eponymous novel, is the best of the bunch though it also has its share of hiccups. I enjoyed the social commentary, the satire, and the mock-epic and sarcastic tone permeating the narrative voice in the novel. I also liked its exploration of the state of affairs in the literary scene of post-independence Pakistan through the aspirations and struggles of the various writer-characters that populate the novel's verse.
With R. L. Stevenson and P. G. Wodehouse as inspiration, the author has created a world peopled by a range of quirky personas – a bakery owner whose part-time occupation is that of 'a collector of writers and geniuses' and a chronicler of the day-to-day happenings in his neighbourhood (also the narrator of the novel); self-proclaimed scientists, saints and pundits who promise to deliver their patrons from both physical and spiritual maladies with bizarre charms and devices whose workings and efficacy are dubious at best; an impoverished writer with an exaggerated sense of his importance and role in the literary scene of his country and a tendency to fall in and out of love at the frequency with which one changes clothes; and so on. Although I liked the portrayals of the characters, their interactions, and the critique of human follies and tendencies that these characters embody, most of the quips and episodes felt a tad too repetitive after a point.
Also, the book is riddled with editorial errors (quite a few of which are glaring), especially the earlier parts, which does a disservice to the overall writing quality.