The book begins on a downbeat바카라”as Sravan himself confirms, by critiquing the passage we have just read. Even this could be excused, if the real book was an improvement upon the fictitious one. But as Gour바카라™s narrative progresses, it becomes clear that Sravan바카라™s literary voice and Gour바카라™s are identical except in detail of place and character.
With so much loaded against her unfortunate characters from the start, Gour proceeds to plait the strands of her plot into an ungainly braid. We바카라™re told that life is as intricate as a book바카라™s plot and so predictably, events in the "real" book are prefigured by events in the "fictitious" one. We바카라™re reminded of it again by Sravan, his wife Pragya and his friend Buddhoo as they doggedly discuss prose, poetry and the writer바카라™s life. Along the way, there바카라™s an extramarital affair, an unloving father바카라™s revelation, then his death, followed by a child바카라™s crisis and another revelation.
That Gour바카라™s an intelligent writer keenly aware of literary devices is obvious바카라”but this isn바카라™t really an asset. Her self-consciousness only makes the flaws in her own writing lessexcusable.
