Friday, January 19, 2018

the mystic masseur - v.s.naipaul (1957)

lavish and colorful and sly and irreverent and cutting and all the time pretending to be gently bumbling along.

as a novel this is clean entertaining stuff that doesn't quite get written anymore.

for a first novel by a 25-year-old this is amazing.

the only quarrel i have is with the ending, where Ganesh's metamorphosis has an almost deux ex machina-like quality.

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