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Chandra coaxes a life's best performance out of this bar-dancer of a city, this mad metropolis Sacred Games unfolds in prose just right for its purposes, foul language that has never felt so right and so vital, exterior descriptions and interior monologues that are as real as your own thoughts and observations, building like a Virar Fast with a bomb planted in the First Class Compartment. This is a great novel, perhaps the greatest book on Bombay ever written.

Certainly a contender for the Great Indian Novel. It deserves a standing ovation and a crisp street salute. Smartly done, bhidu. Sacred Games is the single best book I have ever read about my city. It captures Bombay in a way that no other book has ever managed. And judged purely as a novel, it is an astonishing triumph of the imagination. Long after I had finished reading it, the incidents and the characters refused to fade from my memory.

Even now, Ganesh Gaitonde turns up in my dreams. This is a book about Bombay written by a person who understands the city. It is meant for those of us who know Bombay. It is not written for foreign audiences or American reviewers The strength of the book — at least, from my perspective — is that it is set in a vastness of grey. There are no black and whites in Bombay.

There is no simple right and wrong. If you want moral certitude, find yourself another city. Sacred Games is a detective story in precisely the same way that Bleak House is a detective story.

Chandra shares with Dickens the ability to sustain a multitude of sub-plots that writhe energetically around the smooth uncoiling of his principal theme -- the duel of wits between Sartaj Singh and Ganesh Gaitonde, both now entering middle age, that realm of doubt and dread.

His other Dickensian trait is the ability to enlist an entire city -- in this case, Bombay or Mumbai, the novel uses the terms interchangeably -- as a character in his drama. In fact, one of the most moving aspects of this book's multi-faceted nature is its characterisation of Bombay -- tender, violent, mephitic, fascinating, beautiful and vile -- and the way in which Chandra is able to examine the city's teeming mass of lives simultaneously in, as it were, long-shot and close-up.

So, at any given moment, the reader has a sense both of grand, unfolding drama -- corruption, political machinations, national and global religious conflicts, a terrorist plot of apocalyptic dimensions -- and an almost painful intimacy with the individual lives involved in that drama: the policeman's widow and her two young sons; the village girl turned glamorous film star; the small-time blackmailer and his self-regarding victim; the gangster, lonely in the terrible splendour of his success.

Seven years it took Chandra to write, and such is the haunting precision of its observation and the resonant authority of its narrative voice that one could read it seven times over and still be finding new treasures; missed flourishes of virtuosity. One uses the terms 'epic' and 'classic' with caution. But if eloquence, confidence, humanity, grace and fine observation are their raw materials, perhaps Sacred Games deserves those epithets.

Chandra's work is a masterpiece, and the reader will never be able to separate the image created by the author from the one got during a visit to Bombay. Sacred Games is a 19th-century novel that breathes the air of now, that gives the lie to those who insist that a fragmented, digital culture can be captured only by a fragmented narrative. Chandra's achievement is to take this violent scene and place it in a kaleidoscope, sending us off in myriad directions to watch as patterns unfold, merge and separate Sacred Games is -- you have been warned -- one of those books that one not only reads but inhabits.

To inhabit Sacred Games means -- again, you need to know -- moving to Bombay, to Mumbai Before everything and everyone else there is Chandra: a fabulist at work who not only entertains the reader but, as is clear from page 1… takes an all but obscene pleasure in the act of writing So do make the journey, and enter calmly into one of those books that from time to time -- when we can drag our eyes off the page -- set us thinking, so that we tell ourselves: "Ah, of coure, this is what a novel ought to be: this is how people were affected by the great 19th-century novels.

Sacred Games is so intriguing and so thoroughly constructed that it's difficult to escape from it and return to your daily life Chandra's novel shows that life, any life, is a game, a game which is, in equal parts, serious and insignificant, sacred and profane, pleasant and painful, familiar and alien: dice rolling on the ground that only death can stop. In its odd pages, Sacred Games encompasses police procedural, political thriller, social portrait of modern Mumbai and flashbacks to India's post-colonial religious and ethnic upheavals Amazingly, Chandra keeps a firm grip on all these elements, and while the rise and fall of Gaitonde is the book's glamorous heart, it is the everyday detail - the death of a dog, a family outing or Sartaj's bleak home life - that make this huge novel worth immersing yourself in for several enjoyable weeks.

Indian writers have long striven to deliver the great Mumbai novel Chandra comes staggeringly close to total success. His mind-stretching sweep takes in a detectives-and-gangsters thriller, a social panorama, a satire of India new and old This mammoth yarn of cops and thugs, film-stars and financiers, unspools at Dickensian length - and with Dickensian zest.

Chandra goes beyond the genre to produce a portrait not just of crime but of India Vikram Chandra's massive novel For all its surface adventures, for its disturbing characters, even for its relentless narrative, Sacred Games needs to be taken seriously as a disturbing commentary on fanaticism disguised as patriotism.

Vikram Chandra begs us to understand that nationalism has become the latest refuge of the scoundrel. Larson, The Daily Star Bangladesh. Chandra's writing has all the edginess of a classic police procedural but, by drawing on contemporary history, he produces far more than a crime caper. This is a novelist with a flair for characterisation and an ambitious reach. Vikram Chandra has achieved the near-impossible.

He has constructed a superbly realized world of alien languages, customs and styles, presented on the page without apologies or explanations, and has somehow created a wholly believable universe.

That fact that this world actually exists, and is, in fact, modern-day India, makes his achievement all the more astonishing Now, in a fiction cunningly disguised as a straightforward crime drama, Chandra comes into his own, harnessing his narrative powers to reveal an India of "aged-and-cured wickedness," in all its "piquant scandals, its bitter breakdowns, its ferociously musty unfairness The expansive breadth of Sacred Games reveals a truly Dickensian world view of events and people "randomly tossed about and nudging into each other, splitting each other's lives apart.

In Sacred Games , the enormous new novel by Vikram Chandra, we read compulsively, unable to put the book down Once you open it, it owns you Dismissing this book as a crime novel is like calling Crime and Punishment a thriller.

Is it possible to shrug off our hold on this small thing called our life? Is that the natural effect of aging? Is it wrong to strive? Does it make you less human, or more? Questions like these are scattered across the fabric of the narrative like so many tiny mirrors on an embroidered orange cloth Sacred Games is huge—as big as ambition, as consuming as love, as deep as compassion and as grand as India itself. Open your heart to it, bhai, and it will absorb you.

Every act, Sacred Games suggests, sends out ripples, ramifies in ways that cannot be foreseen or controlled. In such a vision, the ultimate folly of political and ethnic divisiveness, of hatreds and vendettas, is sharply illuminated. This is the insight of karma, one of India's great spiritual gifts to the world.

Chandra's unique achievement is to bring this insight to the genre of the detective novel, crafting a monumental portrait of interwoven lives that lingers with a reader long after the case is closed. Vikram Chandra's exquisite cops and robbers tale breaks the mold of the contemporary Indian novel, bringing Mumbai -- in all its chaos -- gloriously to life The popular novels of the Victorian era hung on tales of inheritance and marriage; the popular fiction of our day hangs on crime. And so Sacred Games is a cops and robbers tale, albeit a vast and exquisitely constructed one Sacred Games , though often suspenseful, is never filmi.

Although the meat of this novel clings to the bones of a crime story, and there's certainly plenty of crime in it, the book is really a passionate tribute to contemporary India in all its vigor and vulgarity. Chandra's characters are thoroughly modern, and Mumbai is the center of the universe as far as they're concerned. Some minor players, whose stories are robustly sketched in interludes Chandra calls "insets," broaden the canvas further; they include a double agent working with Islamist militants in London, a teenage girl in suburban Virginia and, most riveting, a farm boy turned scholar turned Marxist guerrilla turned small-time gang leader.

By the end of the book that kinship [between Sartaj and Gaitonde] comes into focus as the threat to Mumbai grows ever closer, giving Sacred Games a satisfying completeness that's all too rare among today's baggy, doorstop novels.

The biggest threat to Chandra's Mumbai might seem to be religious friction the characters are Hindu, Muslim, Sikh and Christian in a nation whose commitment to secular democracy has wobbled under many sectarian blows. Sartaj's mother lost her beloved sister in the Hindu-Muslim riots during the Partition of India and Pakistan in the s, and Mumbai itself was reconfigured by the unrest following the destruction of the Babri Mosque in the early s, both depicted in Sacred Games.

But Chandra takes an even longer view; to him the battle is literally between life and death, between those who understand that this world is necessarily chaotic, flawed and painful and those whose craving for order, calm and purity make them so very, very dangerous. Finally, the choice is not between believer and infidel, or even between good and evil, but between Mumbai and the grave.

Sacred Games does not wear Mumbai as a heart on its sleeve. In its depiction of the truly slimy and creepy dark side of the city, it almost brutally tears apart the illusions that Mumbaikars hold about Mumbai. Forget streets paved with gold. The streets are not paved at all. And the city celebrated for its acceptance and open-mindedness is revealed to be not quite as its middle class residents believe.

Yet, because it is so honest about the city, Sacred Games is another love song to Mumbai. Nowhere else in fiction has the city, its people and its obsessions been delineated in such detail. Though the picture that emerges is far from pretty, Mumbai, eventually, turns out to be beautiful. It is tempting to describe the sprawling novel Sacred Games as a potboiler, the Indian answer to The Godfather.

Simplistically, that description would fit, but it wouldn't account for a story that outweighs the heft of the volume that holds it. Vikram Chandra's narrative is greater than a gangster story or a cinematic rendering of Indian life, or even an epic battle of good against evil.

Chandra reduces humanity to its most basic common denominators, and he does it in a tale thoroughly rooted in Indian history, language and culture. The result is not at all foreign but, instead, recognizable and understandable.

This is a work that can not only suck a reader in, but also turn an outlaw who should be thoroughly despicable into a heroic figure The tale is enriched by a swirling cast of secondary characters, all of whom eventually have a connection to one of the two men. The dead woman in the bunker is much more than the prostitute she first appears. Even Singh's deceased father, once a member of the police force, has a bearing on the investigation.

The resulting web, intricate and large, comes together in the novel's startling, unexpected climax The final chapters, leading to the reason for Gaitonde's death, are breathtaking, as is Chandra's attention to the detail of character and circumstance. The work is so lovely, and so subtle, that it's well worth the cover price. An astonishingly engaging tome A riveting description of the gang-ridden climate of mids Mumbai Chandra takes us on a journey with fully realized characters and visceral intensity, invoking India's colors, vernacular, heat and energy in a way that only an "insider" can According to the oft-cited study "Reading at Risk," which was published by the National Endowment for the Arts in , the number of Americans who read literary fiction for pleasure is fast approaching the number of adults who opt for elective tracheotomies.

That's my nightmare take on the future of literature on especially glum days. But then along comes a bold, fresh and big--really big--novel like Vikram Chandra's Sacred Games , and all those pessimistic predictions vanish It cheers me up that in this age of waning attention spans and apparently waning interest in literature, Chandra didn't take a safer route and say, produce a slim work of fiction about relationships.

Instead, he's gone ahead and written a doorstopper of a challenging urban novel, and best of all, not only does Sacred Games deserve praise for its ambitions but also for its terrific achievement. Maybe literature as a pastime is sinking under the tide of technology. If so, Sacred Games, given its size and buoyancy, makes an excellent life raft for those folks determined to hold on to the pleasures of sustained reading When, as a reader, you reach the last page of Sacred Games, you feel as though you've been expelled from a world that, over weeks of reading, has come to feel like a second home.

The novel oscillates splendidly between its two central characters Chandra makes an enormous meal of Mumbai, the metropolis once called Bombay, each ingredient sharp and memorable The imagery can be stunning Indian-born author Vikram Chandra originally set out to craft a clear-cut crime thriller about cops and robbers in the teeming city of Mumbai formerly Bombay. To say his novel grew, both in size and literary merit, would be an understatement of vast proportion.

In short, it's a book that comes loaded with enormous expectations. I'm happy to report that those expectations are fulfilled - with gusto Sacred Games becomes much more than the sum of its spiraling parts Then there's the structure, spider-webbed like a crack in a window across time and space One could say as much about the ample splendor of Sacred Games.

Much more than a simple exercise in crime fiction, Chandra's tour de force is ambitious in all its facets. With its striking prose, ruthless capacity for violence and Gordian composition, Sacred Games offers up a world worthy of the effort required to take it all in. This is a ravishing, overexuberant stab at the Great Indian Novel, an extraordinary work of fiction that will reward you in full for your investment of time There's a superabundance of tumultuous narrative, acres of magnificent prose, and maybe a dozen too many characters.

Yet these unruly parts ultimately fit together into a chaotic and luminous whole, one that mirrors Chandra's capacious vision of his homeland. Go ahead, call this page epic a Mumbai Godfather. That Inspector Sartaj Singh gives in to corruption simply makes him practical. But even as Chandra digresses to depict the horrors of partition, he stays in the skin of his characters, never resorting to DeLillo-ish atmospherics Sacred Games is also a cocky experiment with the conventions of a thriller, breaking every rule a film director tells Gaitonde is necessary for a successful formula film Sacred Games is sweaty, bloody, and unapologetically melodramatic.

It's raucous It's comic In the end, the book is about this city, the dream factory of India, which remakes everyone and no one is what he seems In those few inches that separate the myth from the reality, Chandra gives a startling, blood-pumping fallible humanity to his characters.

One of the remarkable achievements in Vikram Chandra's stunning new novel, Sacred Games is its portrayal of the all-encompassing, ingrained nature of the corruption in Mumbai As much as it is a multi-lingual dazzler of ambitious fiction, it's a rich, riveting thriller. And the fact is that many readers seek out precisely this kind of full-immersion experience in a novel, an education into an entire world different from their own.

When Sartaj gets an anonymous tip off as to the secret hideout of the legendary boss of the G-company, he's determined that he'll be the one to collect the prize. This is a sprawling, epic novel of friendships and betrayals, of terrible violence, of an astonishing modern city and its underworld. Drawing on the best of Victorian fiction, mystery novels, Bollywood movies and Vikram Chandra's years of first hand research on the streets of Mumbai, this novel reads like a potboiling page-turner but resonates with the intelligence and emotional depth of the best of literature.

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