Be patient with me people!! I’ve been so busy lately that almost no reading is getting done. It’s tragic, not least of all because this is supposed to be my Free Range Reading time.
Officially, No Country by Kalyan Ray is my second book for Free Range Reading, and yes, I agree, that is pathetic seeing as Free Range Reading started at the beginning of November. That being said, No Country is a behemoth of a book and not at all what I expected.
No Country is truly epic, spanning two centuries and three continents. If I had read the cover copy, this would not have come as a shock. Ray magically intertwines the histories of Ireland and both pre and post partition India together in this remarkable tale. There is death and dying, love and loss, murder and mayhem. No Country is a sprawling multi-generational saga in every sense of the phrase.
And that’s great if your like that sort of thing, but I don’t. There was a time when I would have loved this novel. I would have been thrilled by the scope of it. I would have relished in all the historical detail. But for some reason, that sort of novel no longer appeals to me in quite the same way. So I can say No Country was good, but for me it did not go the distance.
Who would like this book? Remember back when all South Asian novels were sprawling family sagas? Well, No Country fits into that category, but with one very important twist – it shows how mobile and interconnected the world has been for years, much before the dawn of the digital age. In spite of that, it still reminded me at times of Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh for its sea faring aspects. And I’m sure the portions set during the Irish Potato Famine would remind me of something, but I’ve never read anything set in that period before. But I highly recommend this book to those who enjoy meaty historical fiction with an ample dash of serendipity.