The Last Song of Dusk
by Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi | Literature & Fiction |
ISBN: 0753820064 Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 0753820064 Global Overview for this book
Registered by nordie of Birmingham, West Midlands United Kingdom on 4/30/2006
This Book is Currently in the Wild!
2 journalers for this copy...
Pre-numbered label used for registration.
Anuradha--the latest in a family line of females gifted with magical songs arrives in Bombay to test the sensitivity of her betrothed, Dr Vardhmaan Gandharva. Passing his test in the nick of time, the newlyweds enjoy an extended honeymoon, spending sultry evenings on their bedroom balcony listening to music and waltzing in tune with their hearts. Their passion for one another protects them from the harsh realities of life, until a stormy night threatens to wrench them apart.
Returning to her family in Udaipur, Anuradha meets the feline orphan Nandini, who has an extraordinary gift for painting her subject's souls and an insatiable appetite for Yeats, a hunger that will one day rise up to haunt her. Back in Bombay the love-worn couple and the precocious artist move into a house and friendships are forged both true and false and the words of Anuradha's mother "in this life, there is no mercy" ring through their lives and those around them. With a gift for epic story-telling akin to Rushdie and Marquez--Siddharth Shanghvi's stunning debut is full of promise. His lyrical prose skilfully blends magical references with stark realism. The Last Song of Dusk is a wise and intuitive novel about the many and varied ways in which human beings love, live and forgive, told with humour, passion and great understanding
Returning to her family in Udaipur, Anuradha meets the feline orphan Nandini, who has an extraordinary gift for painting her subject's souls and an insatiable appetite for Yeats, a hunger that will one day rise up to haunt her. Back in Bombay the love-worn couple and the precocious artist move into a house and friendships are forged both true and false and the words of Anuradha's mother "in this life, there is no mercy" ring through their lives and those around them. With a gift for epic story-telling akin to Rushdie and Marquez--Siddharth Shanghvi's stunning debut is full of promise. His lyrical prose skilfully blends magical references with stark realism. The Last Song of Dusk is a wise and intuitive novel about the many and varied ways in which human beings love, live and forgive, told with humour, passion and great understanding
Really enjoyable read, some great evocotive passages
Journal Entry 4 by nordie at Hudson's, 122-124 Colmore Row in Birmingham, West Midlands United Kingdom on Saturday, April 28, 2007
Released 17 yrs ago (4/28/2007 UTC) at Hudson's, 122-124 Colmore Row in Birmingham, West Midlands United Kingdom
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at the meet
at the meet
Journal Entry 5 by aboojum1 from Birmingham, West Midlands United Kingdom on Saturday, April 28, 2007
Picked up at the meet-up in Hudson's this afternoon. Looks interesting.
A beautifully told love story, following the lives of a young married couple as they progress from a blissful early life together through an earth-shattering event to a form of comfortable coexistence. Set in the ferment of early 20th century India, they encounter some extremes of evil, some bizarre people, some magical events. All is told in a very lyrical and poetic language. A remarkable first novel. I am not normally a lover of either magical realism or rather exotic language, but I found this easy to read, engaging and it left me feeling quite sad.
Reserved for my wife for the moment.
Reserved for my wife for the moment.
My wife read and enjoyed this too on holiday in Spain, and I decided to release it there.
Journal Entry 8 by aboojum1 at Hotel Don Paquito in Torremolinos, Málaga Spain on Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Released 16 yrs ago (6/26/2007 UTC) at Hotel Don Paquito in Torremolinos, Málaga Spain
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In the lobby of the hotel on the day we left. It was picked up fairly quickly.
In the lobby of the hotel on the day we left. It was picked up fairly quickly.