As the missus puts it, “this book belongs to the fiction section of a book store!”
What begins as a promising exploration of influential cities across time quickly spirals into a biased, superficial narrative that undermines its own ambitions. The prose lacks neutrality, often guiding readers toward preconceived conclusions amid instances of awkward, terribly constructed phrasing. As someone who enjoys reading history books, this was cringy.
For instance, there’s a passage in page 131, Revolutionary Moscow, that goes “Moscow now entered an era of a mushroom government. Keep the people in the dark, like mushrooms in a shed, and every now and again throw in a bucket of shit. Reality became warped like a nightmare version of Lewis Carroll's Alice Through the Looking Glass…”
The author’s judgmental tone feels entirely out of place in a volume purporting to chronicle history objectively. Far from offering novel and unbiased scholarship, the content recycles readily available information.
For instance, here’s another passage from page 135, “Stalin continued as 'the man of steel'. Party officials summoned to see him in the Kremlin were often so terrified that they would be sent to Siberia, or shot, that they shat themselves while waiting in the outer office.”
Another one: “If the goddam commies and intellectuals in Europe respected high culture, then that was what America would give them.”
And then we arrive at Mumbai: this chapter consists with a multi-page diatribe on the caste system, a three page deep dive into Harshad Mehta’s stock market scandal, and excessive digressions on Bollywood extravaganzas where “films are liable to include location shots in such exotic far-off spots as London, Paris, New York, Brazil and Switzerland (to name but a few). However, these exotic locales are invariably populated with Hindi-speaking extras, bullock carts, beggas and sacred cows, while the main narrative takes little account of its foreign surroundings,” to Mumbai’s underworld and something about a chief of police ‘waving his penis at his office building screaming fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!’
We don’t really understand how Mumbai led the world.
References are perilously thin, with almost no academic sources. While discussing the book with the missus, she suggested that the book belonged in the “fiction” section of a book store rather than the “history” section, as it’s currently classified.
If you love reading history books, I’d give this book a miss.