Jan 24, 2017 10:43 PM
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An immensely pleasant, however all the while intense, novel. Naipaul has made a character in Mohun Biswas who is, without a moment's delay, profoundly unsympathetic – inclined to minor demonstrates hatred for, foolish self-respect, and the insignificant institution of drawn-out and disparaging feelings of resentment against those closest to him – yet whose battle to declare his autonomy, personality and worth against the chances(even against the destiny laid out for him during childbirth) is completely convincing.
The depictions of family life, of group, and of the characteristic and social scene of mid-twentieth Trinidad are lavish and superbly arousing. There are sentences to pass on for, and sections of frequenting excellence. The eminent, appalling, silly and terrible clash of request and tumult, solidness and subversion, in the Tulsi family(into which Mr Biswas weds and against whom he continually rails) is lavishly portrayed. Naipaul consolidates intense mental perception and an ironical social and political sensibility to tell, perfectly, a basic human story
