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Not in Philippines? Choose your country's store to see books available for purchase. A rich, hallucinatory dream that captures Bombay in all its compelling squalor, Narcopolis completely subverts and challenges the literary traditions for which the Indian novel is celebrated. It is a book about drugs, sex, death, perversion, addiction, love, and God and has more in common in its subject matter with the work of William S. Burroughs or Baudelaire than with that of the subcontinent's familiar literary lights. Above all, it is a fantastical portrait of a beautiful and damned generation in a nation about to sell its soul.

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Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Narcopolis is a first-rate literary achievement. The author's lucid and versatile prose style bespeaks mastery of language, and lends itself to finding the richness and value in the surreal, the mystical, the natural, the haunted, the stuff of vivid dreams and hallucinations, and occasionally collides with the world of the restless dead.

Before all else, however, though its words are well-chosen, it's sentences well-wrought, and its paragraphs mesh neatly from one illuminating, sometimes beautiful, page to another, Narcopolis is about the brutally chaotic meaninglessness of life in Bombay, the enormous city now known as Mumbai.

If there is a character whose life typifies the poverty, chaos, and unthinkable suffering of Bombay, it is Dimple. Her real name is something else that she's long forgotten, having been given away by her mother when she was six or seven.

While the name Dimple seems feminine enough, one suitably coupled with our use of the pronoun "her," this is misleading. Dimple, by whatever name, was born a boy, but after being given away or sold, who knows, when she reached age eight or nine her scrotum and penis were cut off, a sort of double castration suitable to an over-determined eunuch, someone who has been surgically designated to live out her days as a prostitute.

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If her customers are kind, they will apply lubricant before using her rectum as a vagina. She spends the rest of her working day preparing and serving pipes to those who frequent the opium den that shares a floor with her brothel.

In spare moments, Dimple teaches herself to read, just because she likes to, and she smokes opium, snorts cocaine, and eventually learns to appreciate heroin. In time, the dissolute life for which she was foredoomed takes its toll and her beauty fades.

It's true that Dimple didn't have to do drugs, or she might at least have exercised moderation, say after the fashion of her friend, old Mr. But if we don't delude ourselves, we can see that the escape provided by narcotics was a truly rational response to the horrors of Dimple's biography and the world in which she lived it out.

Dimple knew that there were other ways to live, but nothing better was available to her. She wondered why others, especially the young who were whole, well nourished, nicely clothed, had access to as much quality education as anyone might want, and who had the love and protection of their parents did drugs much as she did.

They, she imagined, could find meaning and fulfillment in the world as it was. If not in school, family, or work, then there were certainly enough religions whose tenets were waiting to be warmly embraced: Everyone seemed to have a religion, many practiced them dutifully, but in the end it was all quite perfunctory, myth and ceremony but nothing uncorrupted and substantial to fill the void.

When Rumi, indulged son of the wealthy Muslim Rashid, was given a choice between drug rehab and prison, he likened it to a choice between gonorrhea and syphilis. Perhaps this is the most that one can expect in a socially disorganized, thoroughly corrupt city where, in fact, the only sacred institution is the market, for drugs, people, entertainment, the necessities of life, certainty as to your gender, avoiding a sudden plunge into abysmal poverty, where everything, including the most horrible, is possible for a price.

A city of twenty-five million in a failed nation caught up in the accelerating, expanding, all-pervasive process of globalization that got going with a vengeance in the 's, the same time as the beginning of Narcopolis. If this is the source of the brutally chaotic meaninglessness of life in Bombay or Mumbai -- whatever -- Narcopolis may be a glimpse of our future. Things I Think: An amazing professor of mine, poet Norma Cole, always reminds her students to "be more curious" when reading: Thayil's "Narcopolis" definitely made me more curious in this way.

Admittedly, my knowledge of Bombay was limited when I encountered this book, and I found myself so inspired by Thayil's rendering of this history that I could not and still cannot stop researching the time period he describes. As indicated by the title, the urban relationship to drug trade is very much at the novel's heart. While the reader becomes acquainted with most characters through Rashid's, a popular opium den on Shuklaji Street, the darkening times lead to darker addictions; garad heroin imported from Pakistan gains precedent in the addicts' circles, and its arrival is accompanied by the darkness of riot and violent persecutions.

Even nature rebels against this seemingly doomed city, as devastating floods make streets like Shuklaji even more unlivable. Though the novel's pages are riddled with the horrors of murder, addiction, and abuse, a three dimensional understanding is at all times portrayed: We see, as the residents of Bombay see, that a "dying city" can elicit a human's most banal behavior, regardless of their efforts to stay strong.

Favorite Quote: A eunuch prostitute that goes by the name of Dimple is asked why she takes drugs, and responds: This effect can certainly be chalked up to the author's attempt to enact "the haze" that accompanies the opiate atmosphere of Bombay.

Be prepared to approach "Narcopolis" with a desire to hand yourself over to an experience of the unfamiliar, at times a dance of hedonism and, at others, one nightmare of a trip. See all 80 reviews. Amazon Giveaway allows you to run promotional giveaways in order to create buzz, reward your audience, and attract new followers and customers.

Learn more about Amazon Giveaway. This item: The rich crave meaning. There's a warning there, to those of us who speak English and read books and whose parents paid for our education. We're going to find it hard to make sense of this fictional world. View all 12 comments. Pearl Ruled p Rating: This is a book about drugs, sex, death, perversion, addiction, love, and god, and has more in common in its subject matter with the work of William S.

Above all, it is a fantastical portrait of a beautiful and damned generati Above all, it is a fantastical portrait of a beautiful and damned generation in a nation about to sell its soul. A cast of unforgettably degenerate and magnetic characters works and patronizes the venue, including Dimple, the eunuch who makes pipes in the den; Rumi, the salaryman and husband whose addiction is violence; Newton Xavier, the celebrated painter who both rejects and craves adulation; Mr.

Lee, the Chinese refugee and businessman; and a cast of poets, prostitutes, pimps, and gangsters. Those in their circle still use sex for their primary release and recreation, but the violence of the city on the nod and its purveyors have moved from the fringes to the center of their lives.

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Yet Dimple, despite the bleakness of her surroundings, continues to search for beauty—at the movies, in pulp magazines, at church, and in a new burka-wearing identity. After a long absence, the narrator returns in to find a very different Bombay.

Those he knew are almost all gone, but the passion he feels for them and for the city is revealed. My Review: I didn't have it to give. There's a weird and wonderful book in here. I am too tired to go look for it. Dimple made Rashid's pipe the way she always did, calm and silent, her hands steady, while the tai drank her tea, made her speech, and left.

That afternoon, Rashid took Dimple to a room on a half landing between the khana and the first floor, where his family lived. There was a wooden cot, a chair and washstand, a window with a soiled curtain.

She knew what he wanted. She took off her salvaar and folded it on the back of the chair. She lay on the cot and puller her kameez up to her shoulders to show him her breasts. Her legs were open, the ridged skin stretched like a ghost vagina. He said, you're like a woman. She said, I am a woman, see for yourself. Dimple, you see, is a eunuch, not a woman, and I am sorry if it offends, but mens is mens and gurlz is gurlz in my universe, no matter they say they're not.

Transphobic of me, I suppose. I'd remind those who coined that term for us'ns who don't like to make that particular leap of the fact that there is no obvious link between same-sex sexual attraction and gender dysphoria. I am not unhappy I am a man, I am delighted by it; and having experienced the very meager joys of heterosexuality out of bed, in bed's perfectly adequate if predictable and unexciting , I am rapturously homosexual.

I don't see how this in any conceivable! No one seems prepared to do more than snort angrily at me when I say this. Explanations aren't forthcoming.

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C'est ma vie. So these factors combine to make this well-written and most interesting story a non-starter for me. In another mood, perhaps I would've gone with it and found its unique beauties more positively interesting and less snort-and-eyeroll inducing. Considering how very many books there are awaiting my attention, I suspect I won't be coming back to this one. May 13, Lit Bug rated it liked it Shelves: Set in the city of Bombay and spanning a time-frame from s to as we listen to the narrator, just back from the U.

The novel starts with a 7-page sentence as we see the narrator cruising through the city, and sets the tone for the rest of the work - its themes of drugs, addiction, exploitation and survival in a city where everyone fends for oneself. The sheer brilliance of the one sentence that captured a myriad images of Bombay into a cohesive picture of its under-belly perked up my expectations. But after the novelty fades off, well, it was quite disappointing.

What started as an assemblage of pictures didn't go further into anything - no character-development, no plot-development, and though the city of Bombay itself was its protagonist, instead of the setting, there was no visible Bombay-development.

I didn't mind the non-linear narrative or the lack of a uni-directional plot. I found the characters to be mere caricatures, lacking depth. Often I felt I was reading the book-version of the movie 'Slum-dog Millionaire' - a movie that apparently had no aim apart from displaying its poverty, cruelty, filth and underworld to vicarious foreigners, but apart from that, having little value as literature.

I thought he was attempting to write like Rushdie - a mixture of cultural irreverence and political sarcasm delivered with a careless flourish that shocks the reader, all the while being bluntly truthful. But nor did the supposedly sharp knife slash through my sensitivity, nor did it its soft edges give a worthwhile result. Too many ruminations that had nothing to do either with Bombay or with the characters, that were not poignant as observations into a city or a culture or its time-frame.

The period he has chosen is such a vast one, with many important political events taking place that had both local and national consequences, and all the while, he simply eschewed them all, as if they didn't matter - if they had been alluded to, well, the work would have been far richer.

After all, the novel was supposed to be about Bombay - and what we get instead are sensational pictures of a part of Bombay - but not alluding to real life apart from that. What do I feel at the end of the book, then? Disinterested and Disappointed. View all 8 comments. Sep 30, Jenny Reading Envy rated it it was amazing Shelves: Another one from the Booker shortlist.

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Publisher summary: Hookers call for custom through th Another one from the Booker shortlist. When the first chapter was one seven-page sentence, I wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into, exactly. It turns out that was the perfect introduction to the drug-riddled world of this book.

The writing was compelling, and I enjoyed the way the world was slowly explored, all centering around one opium den and later, heroin den , following tangents of seemingly minor characters all leading back to the central place. I never knew where it would head next, and this style allowed for multiple perspectives of Rashid, who owned the place through his landlord, son, everyone except his wives, which would have been interesting ; and Dimple, the eunuch who prepares the pipes through her older Chinese lover, among others.

The story starts out in the Bombay of the s, and moves all the way up through with some of the characters. And I suppose if you count Mr. Lee's own story, it also includes the China of his childhood. The poverty of the setting is well-described, with some commentary such as this: The poor don't ask questions, or they don't ask irrelevant questions.

They can't afford to. All they can afford is laughter and ghosts. Then there are the addicts, the hunger addicts and rage addicts and poverty addicts and power addicts, and the pure addicts who are addicted not to substances but to the oblivion and tenderness that substances engender.

She explains addiction in a different way: It isn't the heroin that we're addicted to, it's the drama of the life, the chaos of it, that's the real addiction and we never get over it; and because, when you come down to it, the high life, that is, the intoxicated life, is the best of the limited options we are offered - why would we choose anything else? There are moments throughout the novel where violence traps the characters inside, although they don't really seem to mind.

A few other tidbits I liked: This is a taxi driver who has been taking an opera singer around town. I think it gives a good example of the tone and the writing: That's when she tells me to open the sunroof and she starts to sing, and all of the sudden I got it, you know?

The function of opera, I understood that it was the true expression of grief. I understood why she needed to stand and turn her face up as if she was expressing her sadness to god, who was the author of it. And for a moment I understood what it was to be god, to take someone's life and ash it like a beedi.

I thought of her life, her useful life, and I wanted to take it from her for no reason at all. It looks like he is otherwise known as a poet. View all 10 comments. Oct 28, Shanmugam rated it it was ok. Narcotic Nonsense When Mr. Thayil started working on this debut novel, he was around fifty years old, had released four collections of poetry, two decades of addiction under his belt.

So, it has all the intellectual questions he had or heard and almost all the things he came across in Bombay.

More than a novel, it is a handful of short stories and a few essays of Mumbai's dark alleys. To give credit where it is due, whenever the narration is in descriptive nature, whether it is Shuklaji Street, Op Narcotic Nonsense When Mr. It is only when his characters start to voice their thoughts, you feel that cardboard cutout, one dimensional creations of a amateur fiction writer, like puppets created with sculpture like perfection, only to echo a puppeteer's monologues.

Excellent in parts, disappointing as a whole! Sep 30, Ali rated it it was ok. The writing is good - in places very good, lovely prose —something I always enjoy — you might expect that at least I suppose in a Booker shortlisted novel, but the subject, the setting and the characters I disliked.

An addict, if you don't mind me saying so, is like a saint. What is a saint but someone who has cut himself off, voluntarily, from the world's traffic and currency. The narrator of the start of the novel, a visitor to the Opium den of Rashid, where he also meets the eunuch prostitute Dimple, he returns at the end of the novel, many years later to see who is left and find out what has happened to the people he knew back then.

The construction of the novel is more like many small stories that weave in and out of each other in a non-linear way. I did find the stories of Mr Lee and Dimple to be the most interesting, and for a while after struggling with the beginning of the book I began to actually enjoy it. However I found it difficult to remain interested in the characters and the construction of the novel made it hard at times to follow. This construction is very clever — this dream like almost hallucinatory quality is beautifully suited to these stories — the narratives seem like the confused and foggy view of an opium addict might look.

I had looked forward to this book — and judging by the reviews of it on good reads and amazon I am something of a lone voice. View 2 comments.

Aug 22, Vinita rated it it was ok. I was really looking forward to reading Narcopolis. Jeet Thayil was himself an addict for 20 years, and the book is an insider's account of Bombay's drug scene.

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That Thayil is an excellent writer is apparent in the first few pages. His style though, is gratingly monotonous. The writing can only hold your attention for so long. Ultimately the plot and the characters need to generate enough interest to make you want to carry on.

I finished Narcopolis and realized that I felt nothing about any chara I was really looking forward to reading Narcopolis. I finished Narcopolis and realized that I felt nothing about any character.

That, I think, is Narcopolis' biggest failing - after the first 50 or so pages of a few "wow" moments, it simply fails to evoke any emotion. The characters show a lot of promise in the beginning, but in the absence of a good back story, they fizzle out.

You're given just a few tidbits of information about their past. It's like looking out of a foggy window - you never really see or "get" them.

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In a nutshell Narcopolis is well written, but not compelling enough. Alas, a good writer is not always a good storyteller.

View all 5 comments. A very strange book indeed. In fact, I'd say I've never read anything like it before. Jeet Thayil's Booker-nominated novel starts out in Bombay of the s, when the narrator Dom Ullis arrives in the city, having been deported back to India from the States on account of his substance abuse problems.

While most of the book follows a linear narration, there is a slight detour to China in Book Two 'Story of the Pipe' when the story of Mr. The fascinating aspect of 'Narcopolis' is the hallucinatory yet realistic narration. Sounds bit like Inception? It certainly isn't anything remotely similar But the style certainly ensures that the characterisation is top-notch as one gets to delve into the deepest, darkest recesses of the minds of the different characters. It's not entirely core to the plot, but is engrossing nonetheless.

However, where this book doesn't work for me is the disconnect I felt with the characters. This is one book that's gonna grow on you over time.

Recommended for fans of literary fiction. Sep 09, Lisa rated it really liked it Shelves: This tale from the underbelly of s Bombay is about as squalid as it can get. The book begins as he returns to it after an absence, introducing the reader to Dimple, named not because she has one, but after a famous Indian film star. The irony is painful. There is obviously more to know about the porous borders of Asia!

Thayil returns to this character again and again, revealing more about her life each time. These characters are not victims in the usual sense: But the story of how Dimple came to have ambiguous sexuality is not for the faint-hearted. The way people are used in this novel, as if they have no intrinsic value except for the purposes of their abuser, is a reminder that for the poor in places like this, the choice they have is to accept how things are.

Dimple watches a film and wonders at the way rich people can be unhappy about such trivial things … To read the rest of my review please visit http: View all 4 comments. Apr 05, Shaheen Ashraf-Ahmed rated it did not like it. This was a major disappointment. It started off strong; the opening tells you how competent the author is as a writer.

Where the book fails, is in making you care about any of the characters, beyond a slight sympathy for Dimple. We are taken in a no-holds-barred tour of the drug addict's life in Bombay, a This was a major disappointment.

We are taken in a no-holds-barred tour of the drug addict's life in Bombay, and it soon becomes a journey I regretted taking. I barely finished the book, and could not bear to read another description of violation of one sort or another. At the end of the book, the owner of the khana, or drug-den, Rashid, scolds the narrator for wanting to keep mementoes of the old days, when the khana was in full swing.

This is a worthwhile thing to you? This book seemed like an exploitative guided tour, front row seats. I knew it would take me through those streets, I just expected to find something life-affirming at the end of it.

I'm sure there were better choices for the Man Asian prize, but the judges must have thought that this book was "Important" because it delved into the dark depths of humanity.

I want to read the other shortlisted books now, because I strongly suspect they were cheated. Sep 30, Amit Shetty rated it it was ok. More Drugs More Sex This is what the entire book deals with. It is a nostalgic account of a man who lived in the 70's era of Bombay, where drugs, prostitution and corruption ran rampant. Not much different from now, except everything here now occurs under a veil of secrecy. The author has done quite a good job of describing the Bombay of that era.

How people were carefree during those days, enjoying the simpler things in life unlike today where time and mo Eunuchs How people were carefree during those days, enjoying the simpler things in life unlike today where time and money mean everything. He also included the Mumbaiyya slang words which in my opinion combined frequently with English letters make it sort of odd.

The book however, does have this ability to transport you to that place and time. This is the sort of book a hippy would enjoy since it basically is describing his carefree "screw the world" lifestyle. The book does tend to get boring at times despite being just under pages.

Towards the end the book, the author has perfectly drawn the comparisons between the old and the new city. I have to give this book a 2. Beware that this book does contain some pretty intense sexual material. For Indian readers, the book is currently priced at Rs.

May 05, Sridhar Reddy rated it really liked it Shelves: Three and a half stars. Jeet Thayil's 'Narcopolis' contains some of the most vividly realized characters I've ever come across in a book. Deeply felt and complex, they each weave in and out of reality and consciousness, bound by an endless stream of narcotics and the den that serves to encapsulate the crushed ambitions of a city full of dreamers.

Thayil's prose is both poetic and raw, his wordplay masterful and yet his subject matter abhorrent. It's a vivid juxtaposition that mirrors the drug ex Three and a half stars.

It's a vivid juxtaposition that mirrors the drug experience - lucid in thought and yet surrounded by detritus. The Broke Couple's Guide to Bharat.

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