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Years ago, having moved houses about six or seven times in London, all I dreamt about was owning a patch of land that I could call my own. I’d often picture myself (in fact, I still do) stretching my legs out on an easy chair, a cup of tea in my hand with no one to worry about – a pokey, badass landlord the least.
And in that way, I pretty much sound like the Bungali professor of Chanchal Sanyal’s debut novel, The Glass House (published by Rupa); albeit, unlike me, Sanyal’s protagonist, Mr B much prefers India and has even put his investment down on a yet unconstructed flat in Gurgaon.
While comparisons of The Glass House with V.S. Naipaul’s seminal work, A House for Mr Biswas are inevitable, the two novels are as different as chalk and cheese. Sanyal, an entrepreneur and an advertising professional with decades of experience behind him, infuses life into the most prosaic day-to-day activities with his satirical wit and incandescent humour.
Here’s an excerpt from the book:
“It’s a bright Delhi end-of-January morning…or as bright as Delhi mornings now get. The sun is bravely battling the fumes of the millions of vehicles that rampage up and down the city’s roads every day and its light is reflecting off the glossy real estate brochures I am studying. Propped up on two pillows, I am the lord and master of my rented two-bedroom second-floor flat and like the Emperor Alexander, I am surveying what frontiers I can conquer next. Rosewood, Greenacres, Richmond, Fairydale, Glenmont –all smile at me from brightly coloured and expensively printed brochures. All these are of course located in the middle of Haryanvi villages which means that beyond the walls of Richmond are the slums of Rasoolpur and the view from Fairydale Views is actually of Fazilpur’s fields. Wow! This can certainly be a business school branding case study –Fairydale in Fazilpur!”
Though the narrative of The Glass House follows an interior monologue format, generally considered tedious by the literati – Sanyal’s prose expertly weaves fiction with reality and manages to keep things light, tight and interesting.
In a candid exchange over the email, this is what Sanyal had to tell me about his protagonist:
An excerpt would perhaps put Mr B’s character into perspective:
Further spicing up the novel and adding a distinctly “Dilli-Shilli” flavour to it are a wide array of characters mostly described with hyperboles – Mr B’s bottom-heavy landlord FatBum, for instance. Or his colleague who is the resident bitch of the staffroom. If Rocky is tall, muscular and rocky just like his name, Tubluda, is quite the opposite of the Bengali word Tublu which is immediately reminiscent of short pants, sleeveless vests and grubby palms clutching marbles.
Moreover, each character has his or her own rule book regarding all things “property” and they seldom shy away from sharing their gyan on the subject with poor Mr B. That too sounds pretty familiar, doesn’t it?
(Vani has worked as a business journalist and is the author of ‘The Recession Groom’. She can be reached @Vani_Author)
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