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Shortlisted for the 2009 Commomwealth Writers' Prize Shroff's vibrant narratives in this concept collection of 14 stories set in contemporary Bombay feature a range of beautifully drawn characters in fascinating situations: from the laundrywallas' water shortage problems, to the doomed love affair of a schizophrenic painter and his Bollywood girlfriend, to the wandering thoughts of a massagewalla at Chowpatty Beach, to the heart-warming relationship of a carriage driver and his beloved horse. Each of these stories is richly crafted and arrangedagainst the grand chaotic backdrop of life that is Bombay. Shroff's love for his hometown shines through, but so does his deep understanding of its challenges and problems. The reader is afforded an insider's view of this pulsating city, and through an unforgettable emotional and cultural journey comes to care for the characters presented in these stories.… (more)
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The final story, following a wealthy businessman, provides a coda of sorts to the others -- while there are no direct connections between any stories this one is best appreciated where it is, at the end.
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For me, the best parts of this book are the
On the other hand, in the title story and in other stories Schroff indulges himself in an excess of melodrama; the rich/poor contrasts and comparisons become too easy to anticipate as you read through the stories. He needs to take them a level deeper in a number of places. The result is a series of good stories with occassionally memorable images that, in the end, fall a bit short of what we hope for them.
I enjoyed this book; I hope to enjoy his next even more.
The book’s writing style is solid without gratuitous prose. Imagine an admixture the following books: a meandering sociological case history such as Poor People by William Vollmann, a travel story by Paul Theroux, and some tragic short stories by Guy de Maupassant. Breathless in Bombay does manage to convey the sense of size, breadth, and natural beauty of Bombay in all aspects: people, wealth, commerce, and energy. It conveys a sense of unity of community among the people—all the while they are being fragmented by the city.
Contrasting village life in India with Bombay in a story called Maalishwalla: “But Bombay: it was different. Demanding? Yes! Life sapping? Yes! You had to have alliances and a ready salute for those in power.” With protagonists as varied as the elderly wife of a military officer; an oceanside masseuse; a taxi driver; a horse groom; and a rich entrepreneur, the author paints a mural of the struggle across Bombay to keep up with the heavy weight of the city’s progress. Without a sense of redemption or a Hollywood ending, this perhaps depressing book is best for someone looking to view contemporary Bombay through the eyes of the least visible citizens.
Breathless in Bombay did all that for me from the opening scene. Each story brings a different view of contemporary life and living in Bombay. I went places with this book I am certain never to go in "real life."
There were a few tales that fell a little short of the mark. One that I felt might have been set in almost any large city. But for the most part, they held me captive.
This is an author I will look for again.
Often my biggest complaint about
Among my favorites was the story of Chacha Sawari and his horse Badshah in The Queen Guards Her Own. Chacha was a man who took pride in his work and loved his horse. He did not have much in the later years of his life, and yet he made the best of it, always looking out for Badshah. Even amidst the poverty and prejudice of the wealthy, Chacha remained hopeful. Then there was the story, The Great Divide, about an elderly woman and her husband who had taken in a servant. A recent rash of murders of elderly by their servants set Mrs. Mullafiroze on edge and she feared for her own life and that of her husband. A Different Behl and This House of Mine demonstrated the depth of good friendships while Jamal Hoddi's Revenge showed a man with nothing to lose in his darkest hour. There was a story of love lost in Traffic, and love found in Breathless in Bombay, the final story of the book.
Murzban did not hesitate to paint a colorful picture of Bombay throughout his stories, including the warts of the disparity between the poor and the wealthy, prejudice, the clash of tradition and progress, as well as the corruption and greed. And yet, woven within the stories was also hope, the love of family and the power of friendship and community. Breathless in Bombay took me right onto the streets of Bombay and into the lives of the various characters.
As someone who knows little about Indian society and culture in general, and even less about Bombay in particular, I feel like I have been given a glimpse of a wholly unfamiliar world. Yes, the
Shroff's writing appears tantalizingly transparent, but it becomes increasingly clear that he is indeed playing with language(s). There are moments when the characters switch from language to language and comments on and in English, Hindi, Gujarati, etc that remind us of the polyglot world of his birthplace, of the linguistic possibilities and the opportunities for linguistic inventiveness inherent in that sort of milieu. His judicious use of non-English words, words that are not defined (and whose meaning is not always clear from their contexts, at least not immediately) adds to the whirlwind sense of being a newcomer in the maelstrom that his Bombay appears to be, enhancing (rather than detracting from) the success of this collection.
Murzban provide characters, backgrounds and story lines in14 deftly expressed stories. One story, titled The Queen Guards Her Own, contains as many vivid characters as if it was written by Dickens: Chacha the carriage driver, Simran the young prostitute, Amir Jwaab the beggar. This House of Mine, tells the story of a houseful of tenants who unite to save their homes from demolition, each tenant a completely portrayed individual. In Maalishwaala, the Hindi term for masseuse, we learn the complex story, past and present, of a young man from a rural village trying to earn money to support his wife back home. Each story delivers, none disappoints.
The most fascinating character of course is Bombay itself, the city that is the home to these characters and millions of others. Dense neighborhoods that were rural 30 years ago are now being leveled for high-rises. Many thousands live and work in slums with corporate headquarters as the backdrop of their labors. The new Indian and the India of centuries of tradition rub shoulders continuously every day. The tension and the contrast between the ancient and the modern, rural and urban, Muslim and Hindu, affluence and poverty are all here. Murzban F. Shroff is a skillful and accomplished writer who has won recognition for his short stories. I believe that this collection heralds the wider arrival of his unique voice and ample talent. He is deserving of taking his place among his worthy contemporaries.