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Shantaram The Mountain Shadow by Gregory David Roberts

Gregory David Roberts, Shantarama was an unlikely publishing sensation. Literary purists scoffed at its purple prose; Indian (and many other) readers bristled at its stereotypes and cultural simplifications. The book nonetheless possessed a grittiness and vividness that helped Roberts sell four million copies around the world. Hollywood rights were scooped up (though a film has yet to be made). The book has gone on to occupy a distinctive and deserving place in an emerging genre of Bombay noir. The Mountain Shadow, Roberts second novel, appears more than a decade later. A sequel in a planned tetralogy of novels, it is likely to please many Shantarama fans. The book is populated by several of the same characters (notably Lin, also known as Shantaram), and it unfolds on much the same urban landscape of drug lords, corrupt police and washed-out expatriates. The story begins with Linas return to Mumbai from a smuggling trip; we follow him through a thinly plotted litany of killings and violent encounters as he seeks to reunite with his love, Karla (also a repeat visitor from the earlier book). The Mountain Shadow is similar to its predecessor in other ways. For one thing, it is very long. Shantarama spanned more than 900 pages; this book comes in at 873. The prose remains clunky, at times cring ≠inducingly so. (A waiter is described as being uneponymously named Sweetie; riding a motorcycle is velocity as poetry; happiness was a cheetah, running free in a savanna of solace.) But there are also grounds for praise. The narrative is for the most part lively, occasionally gripping. The book glistens with the shine of firsthand experience. Roberts was a convicted armed robber who escaped from prison in Australia. He has been described as Australia most wanted criminal. Although he has repeatedly insisted that his books are fictional, few authors can write as authoritatively about the anguish of confinement, the terror of a prison riot or the psychology of rotten cops. What a reader makes of The Mountain Shadow probably depends on the mood in which she approaches it. A certain generosity of spirit (or at least a good nights sleep) is required to wade through the pages and pages of cursing, the paragraph upon paragraph of frequently stilted tough-guy dialogue. Roberts ambition will seem either admirable, or deeply annoying. On the one hand, he has undeniably created a genuine universe, a teeming underbelly of larger-than-life characters with their misbegotten schemes and drifting lives. On the other hand, Roberts is too transparently determined to write a big book; ambition is also his central≠weakness. Teachers, like writers, never die while people still quote them, Roberts writes near the end of The Mountain Shadow.This urge for posterity manifests most noticeably in an effusion of often banal and, to this reader at least, semi-unintelligible efforts at aphorism. A few samples are in order. Time, too, will die, just as we do, when the universe dies, and is born again, Roberts writes. Time has a heartbeat, but it isn't ours, no matter how much of ourselves we sacrifice to it. Of a woman who is firm in her resolution: The fall and summit within, what we do, and what we choose to become, are ours alone, as they should be, and must be.‚ÄĚ Often, the aphorisms take a transcendental bent, as in the opening sentences of the book: The source of all things, the luminescence, has more forms than heavens stars, sure. And one good thought is all it takes to make it shine. The grandiosity of such moments, like eruptions of barroom wisdom from a drunk in the corner, is ultimately overwhelming. Over and over, just when I felt I might get into the story, just as I started identifying with a character, I ran up against one of them. Roberts intention seems deadly serious: He is coining a kind of gangsters Shakespeare, complete with profound meditations on the nature of life, time, ambition, evil, love and everything else that matters. But there is a strange moment about a third of the way into the book that, no doubt inadvertently, captures how absurd and maddening all the aphorizing really is. Karla and Lin have just been reunited, after two years apart. Almost immediately, they engage in an aphorism contest, throwing witticisms and one-liners at each other like hand grenades. What unfolds is a bizarre scene, somewhat unfathomable, almost farcical. We are the art, that sees us as art, Lin pontificates to Karla. Truth is the shovel, she retorts, Your mission is the hole.At one point in this awkward game, Karla accuses Lin of aphorism harassment. It stands as a fitting ,if unfortunate indictment of the book as a whole.

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Source : http://www.nytimes.com/2015/12/13/books/review/the-mountain-shadow-by-gregory-david-roberts.html?_r=0