Friday, April 16, 2010

.Lee Child. Bad Luck and Trouble. Bantam Dell.New York. 2007

How do writers think of such excruciatingly carefully plotted tales set in unfamiliar contexts, such as secret FBI actions, ex-army groups, spies within spy rings etc?
I assume that these must be close to real settings, or else they cannot sound so genuine. Well then, an ex-army gang gathers to avenge the killings of some members of this closely knit group with its own distinct call : You do not mess with the secret investigators.
With the precision of a surgeon, Child’s character Reacher and his friends Neagley, O’Donell and Dixon work together to trace the sequence of events and are riveting in their accuracy, insight and sharp thinking. Each action of theirs is a mystery till the eventuality becomes clear and we breathe out a ‘Aha, so that was it!’.
The story of revenge is intricate, complex and mysterious. At the same time, if one thought these were characteristics of old world tales of revenge, rest assured, this is one story of the present, cool, hip and of the eyebrow arching kind.
It’s whetted up my hunger for more of Lee Child’s and Reacher...I’m told this is one of the eleven military thrillers. I come, Child, just give me time to read Margaret Laurence’s ‘The Stone Angel’, probably as far removed from your kind of tale in its literary richness and storyline. But Reacher , you bet I shall be back for more of you.

one night @ the call center. Chetan Bhagat. New Delhi. Rupa Publishers. 2005


What was all the noise about this second book of Bhagat, back then in 2005? I mean, yes, I’m reading this in 2010, almost five years after its publication. But, does it merit all the attention that it received from the reading world. Granted, it is written in an easy, typically Indian-literate lingo of the youth; is not complicated; is not taxing on the brain. By the same yardstick, it is not intense, not passionate, lacks depth and the storyline is what one can easily predict in a movie. There is the typical Indian romance of movies like Vinnaithaandi Varuvaya and the books of writers like Ramani Chandran in Tamil and the Barbara Cartlands of the past. What is missing is the lyrical beauty of romance and at the end of the tale, it is neither a dare all, bare all kind of story about call centres, nor a heart warming tale of love and heartache. Even the climax is predictable. Mr.Bhagat must have been aiming for the studio lights and cameras when he thought up his plot. Not a great and memorable read, but then, it is not boring either...