I just completed reading Anita Desai’s Booker winner Inheritance Of Loss, though not a kind of book one would skim back to back for hours together,to finish it. Its subtly satiric narration of a post-colonial India during 1980 . The story of a retired judge living a not so rosy life and couple of people associated to him in the backdrop of a scenic Kalimpong, a hill station in Himalayan foothill. The narration switches quickly between the first world and third world countries, exposing the stark differences and strangely revealing similarities between the lives we lead.
The most striking feature of the book is the description and the delineation of the characters which are often confused, excited, depressed with a melange of emotions, Just as any of us. The book is dirty remainder of our suffering from various contradictions and confusions of reality and idea of someone or something. It succeeds in exposing the reader to thought process and nuances in ones mind,often subconsciously overlooked. The narration constantly is lit by moral and practical arguments one had to go through oneself. On a different note it did teach me things which I already know (latent things). Despite all this the book is never burdened with serious stuff, for it was craftly woven with humour. One can plain read,laugh it all and forget, while you can also read between lines and relate to oneself and interestingly very often.
Read the book for its brilliant narration, subtle humour and its a masterpiece when it comes to details. Three cheers to Anita Desai for her well deserved Booker Prize.