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Fiction. Literature. Thriller. Humor (Fiction.) HTML:A Hindi film star, an American missionary, a pair of twins separated at birth, a diminutive chauffeur, and a serial killer collide in a riotous novel by the author of The World According to Garp �??His most entertaining novel since Garp.�?��??The New York Times Book Review �??A Son of the Circus is comic genius . . . get ready for [John] Irving's most raucous novel to date.�?��??The Boston Globe �??Dr. Farrokh Daruwalla, reared in Bombay by maverick foes of tradition, educated in Vienna, married to an Austrian and long a resident of Toronto, is a 59-year-old without a country, culture, or religion to call his own. . . . The novel may not be 'about' India, but Irving's imagined India, which Daruwalla visits periodically, is a remarkable achievement�??a pandemonium of servants and clubmen, dwarf clowns and transvestite whores, missionaries and movie stars. This is a land of energetic colliding egos, of modern media clashing with ancient cultures, of broken sexual boundaries.�?��??New York Newsday �??His most daring and most vibrant novel . . . The story of circus-as-India is told with gusto and delightful irreverence.�?��??Bharati Mukherjee, The Washington Post Book World �??Ringmaster Irving introduces act after act, until three (or more) rings are awhirl at a lunatic pace. . . . [He] spills characters from his imagination as agilely as improbable numbers of clowns pile out of a tiny car. . . . His Bombay and his Indian characters are vibrant and convincing.�?��??The Wall Street Journal �??Irresistible . . . powerful . . . Irving's gift for dialogue shines.�?��??Chicago Tribune BONUS: This edition contains an e… (more)
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As we would expect with John Irving the story is far from straight forward, and includes in addition to the dwarfs, the low life of Bombay including beggars and prostitutes, actors and film stars, gays, transsexuals and other variations, twins, a handsome Bombay film star as much hated as he is loved, and an unusually honest police officer among others. Much of the action centres around the Duckworth Club, a very respectable club with a twenty year waiting list for members. But bringing everything together is a murder that proves to be more than an isolated case.
Farrokh, a family man now in his late fifties, becomes involved with the murders, he has a connection with the first, and he is there when the latest occurs, and his penchant for writing detective stories ensures his involvement.
The Son of the Circus I consider one of Irving's best efforts. Initially I must admit I did not find it immediately involving, but once we got beyond the circus and met met some of the other characters I was completely drawn in and found it captivating, with a number of very endearing characters - along with one or two villains.
After 70 pages, I decided not to waste any more time on it. There are too many better
After reading a mix of unfavourable and favourable reviews below, the effect was to start to dampen my former untempered enthusiasm
While reading this and other John Irving books, one of the themes that I latched on to the most was the traumatic event in the life of a young person that catches him or her before he or she gets the power to cope with adult events and responsibilities. I guess that is really what happens to all of us. It is the suffering through a death or a personal attack or some unprecedented act of violence that cuts many of our childhoods short and throws us pell-mell into adulthood.
For a dwarf, the biological event that happens is at conception, but the impact of it on his or her life when trying to find a place in society is the trauma that usually makes life nasty and unbearable, or at the very least, extremely challenging. Similarly with the idea of sexual deviance, I believe that biologically there is a full range of possibilities that should develop normally without any external pressure from society, family,, and other sources of hangup anxiety. But when young people, disposed biologically, emotionally, aesthetically, or through a simple act of volition, toward transexual orientation, encounter a society that just cannot let people decide independently what to do with their lives, is it any wonder that things really start to get chaotic and contentious.
Society, go ahead and have your opinions and ideas that you love to promote, but equally promote the idea of individual choice.
By looking at a society somewhat removed from our North American society, the pathos of societal constraints placed on disadvantaged persons is even stronger. But I am sure that John Irving has a lesson for us: beware, North American reader--or reader from anywhere for that matter. Your society is hemming you in and you can barely escape the pervasive pressure to conform and do things that go against your most fundamental inner beliefs and desires.
Good read.
I found it rather long and rambling, but with patches
There are, undeniably, some very funny moments here, generally based on cultural misunderstandings. The
There's a murder mystery, and a subplot about twins separated at birth, and frequent reminders about the toilet habits of homeless people in large cities. There's a side trip through the world of "Bollywood" movies, and the existential dilemma of a man born to one culture but reared in another, who tries to maintain his balance with a foot in each.
But mostly, there are just words -- thousands of them, pouring over the defenseless reader like a tsunami. In the end, perhaps, it's best just to stay away from the literary shoreline here.
I haven't read all of Irving's work, but this is my second favorite after A Prayer for Owen Meany. As other reviewers have said, Irving's style can be a bit plodding and the apparent folding together of different time periods can leave the unprepared reader breathless. Once you get
The main character, Dr. Farrokh Daruwalla, is an orthopedist and the anonymous screenwriter behind a series of Bollywood crime dramas (dramas with singing and dancing, of course, because Bollywood). His surname turns out to be symbolic. The word “wallah,” coming from the Hindi suffix “-vala,” indicates one who performs a specific function or, interestingly, one who is connected to a particular place. The doctor, then, as the writer of the Inspector Dhar movies, performs the service of creating and maintaining Dhar. This suffix then turns ironical, as Daruwalla has never felt at home anywhere.
Don't read this expecting a lot of circus action. That's like coming to Jurassic Park and expecting cool dinosaurs. Maybe a chapter or two is in the circus proper and that's it. The disconnect between the title and the plot, however, is part of the novel's genius. This is the second ironic twist to the doctor’s name. For when, as a screenwriter, he ventures out from the genre he is familiar with, has a difficult time settling on a title. He finally chooses Limo Roulette, which is a very small portion of the screenplay he's writing.
Dr. Daruwalla is a perfect Irving character: at home but not at home, searching for some kind of meaning. In many ways, he is like John Wheelwright, the narrator and lead in Owen Meany. As Daruwalla has also chosen Toronto for his permanent residence, there are even a couple of near-misses at creating a shared universe for the two novels. Grace Church on-the-Hill and Bishop Strachan School, both of which are connected to Wheelwright, appear briefly in the epilogue. Daruwalla is even said to have spent a considerable amount of quiet time in Grace Church; Wheelwright preferred the weekday services at the Church for their sparse and quiet attendance.
There are a significant number of similarities between Circus and Owen Meany: a main character (Daruwalla and Wheelwright) floating on the margins of Christianity; a mystical character (Martin Mills and Owen Meany) obsessed with a sense of mission that doesn’t turn out like he thought it would; a parent killed violently (Daruwalla’s father by a car bomb, Wheelwright’s mother by an errant baseball); and mysterious fathers (the twins John D. and Martin Mills and Wheelwright). There are probably some others but this is already getting longer than it needs to.
Even with these similarities, however, Owen Meany and Circus are not the same novel. This leads me to one of the many great phrases I underlined as I was reading. This is found on p 548 of the paperback: “Instead of listening to the numbers or enduring the Jesuitical provocations of Martin Mills, Farrokh chose to tell a story. Although it was a true story—and, as the doctor would soon discover, painful to tell—it suffered from the disadvantage that the storyteller had never told it before; even true stories are improved by revision.” Circus, published five years after Owen Meany, may be a revision of the former. Perhaps this question need not be answered. After all, as a minor character realizes on p 473, perhaps not everything needs to be understood in order to follow a plot. One final word: the deadnaming of the transgender character “the second Mrs. Dogar” has not aged well. However, Irving has often treated themes of gender and sexual non-conformity in his works so maybe this is yet another place where the true story has undergone revision.