Or flourished with knowledgeable pride should an academic arrive for dinner (now there’s a sexy party). Many of the acclaimed bibles are simply too heavy on the soul, capable of inducing bafflement or just plain tedium.Īnd so they remain there the illegitimate caretakers of your bookshelves. And it’s not just the number of pages that’s the predicament, I have plenty of larger, cherished tomes, overflowing with a plethora of intertwinement. With some of the larger, feted ones, it’s boredom that causes the rift a few appear too draped in antiquated dialect for you to treat them seriously. It’s just that some literary affairs were meant to remain the distant, imagined pleasure anchored to fraying shelves, their characters consigned to the imagination and fictional foreplay. It isn’t as though the book isn’t touched with sublimity it is. But that’s where the ardour has ended, exacting a fresh partition. I’ve tried, even getting through its first few hundred pages on occasion. But A Suitable Boy has languished on the shelf, foreign to the taste. His books have transported and sweet-talked me into his worlds of exile and cadence whether equal or unequal. Pound for pound, Seth is among my three favourite writers. You see, I’m yet to actually read the thing. I haven’t watched the first few episodes of the miniseries much, though the opening montage of petals, parrots, and a sufficiently eastern melody appears to have been plucked right out of the Indian Yogic Academy’s Book of Appropriately Vedic Indian Things.īy becoming part of the confinement zeitgeist, the story is part of most everyday conversations, each time inflicting fresh masala to my guilt associated with the affair. The long-awaited transference of Seth’s magnum opus to screen, via a BBC-developed six-part series, is the latest in this saga of former, fettered lovers.
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