The minute I laid my eyes on this book in the JCB prize longlist, I knew I'd pick it up irrespective of its future status of being shortlisted or who knows, winner even. It's the only book on the longlist that grabbed my attention and further dragged my fingers to Amazon to place the order and oh boy (and girl, woman, other), was that choice rewarding!
This is a novel which could very well be the size of "Wolf Hall" with the enticing characters that remind you of the epic "Mahabharat" but the debut author, Shabir Ahmad Mir decided to pack a lot of punch (read, a gut punch) and some more in just around 230 pages.
It is set in Kashmir, at its peak of unrest and insurgency, told through a narrator who'd tell four versions of a single story, from four points of view, all from different social backgrounds but tied by families. And through these four voices, and their four tales we look into their generations of families, and the machinery that runs the place: army officers, politicians, business men and with that, we get a gist of the entire geo politics of Kashmir as a whole.
This is story telling at its purest form, because the narrator is literally narrating you a story and nothing else, and at what pace! It was arresting, gripping and wholly consuming. At times overwhelming, at times yearning for more and more.
What I liked the most about this novel is, inspite of yourself, you cannot simply take a character's side. As and when you do, you read the next tale only to contradict yourself. It evokes a multitude of emotions; grief, terror, helplessness, and most of all empathy. And in the end, you'd feel lost in a labyrinth amid all that had transpired, with no easy answers seeked out, and with no easy way out, wondering who or what brought plague up on them in the first place, just like real life.
I highly, HIGHLY recommend this, for that it offers a snapshot at everything that went wrong with Kashmir, told through characters which would linger in your imaginations and dreams long after everything had gone to dust.