There are two Manu Josephs. One,
Manu the author. Two, Manu the journalist. The first is an inspiration while
the second is a warning. In his previous two books, Manu the journalist took a
backseat and Manu the author – capable of staining the blank page with timeless
wisdoms - shone through. In this book, however, exactly the opposite has
happened.
First and foremost, this book
should be deprived of its “fiction” tag. The only fictional element here is the
lame stage names given to really well known, real-life public figures. This
book is essentially an extended, heavily biased, opinion piece laying out the
author’s thoughts on a particular case that rocked India over a decade back,
and continues to emit aftershocks. Although I will avoid spoilers, anyone with
a fair command on current affairs will be able to guess the real-life
equivalents of the book’s characters and its plot, just a few pages into it.
The book’s best part – the
author’s quintessential, though grossly generalizing, barbs against human rights
activists – also turns out to be its most ironic. In presenting a completely
one-sided view of important real-life events and the people involved in it,
while ignoring all evidence to the contrary, Manu exposes himself as an
activist, and perhaps a cowardly one at that, for his activism hides in the
garb of fiction. I should mention here that asking tough questions is the job
of a journalist, but asking them in a way so as to turn public opinion
favourable to one’s own is not only irresponsible, but also dangerous. But then, as I said, Manu the journalist is a warning.
Of course, not everything about
the book is bad. Like his previous works, this book has Manu’s signatures –
underdog male characters, strong female characters, and of course, timeless
wisdoms. Although the beginning seems jagged due to one too many interjections
by the author’s voice, it soon picks up pace and reads like a thriller. It’s a
given that the enjoyment readers gets out of this book will be directly
proportional to their ignorance about the goings-on of the world. The plot
twist towards the end is admirable, too.
I’ll leave you with some gems
that only Manu is capable of writing:
“Hope is a premonition of defeat”
“There is no evidence of
Damodarbhai’s guilt except one. Hindus adore him and they can’t explain why.”
“Damodarbhai is not right,
Damodarbhai is not wrong. He is a secret thought that people have already
thought.”
“You can defame love by calling
it madness, which only confirms its existence.”
One of the character’s response
when his daughter asks him why he doesn’t leave India when he dislikes it so
much - “India is a wound. But it is not a wound like a whiplash. It is a wound,
like a spouse.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll always be yours
because no one else might want me or I might be too frightened to stray, for
that is what faithful men are, unwanted or cowards.”
Wait, I forgot to ask the most
important question. Considering the entire book is based on true events, what
if that man turns out real, too? If
he does, I will go back the very day and change this review, as well as my
thoughts on Manu the journalist.