Lin, later named "Shantaram" (man of peace), is an escaped Australian convict whose exile finds him in Bombay, India. Certain events and descriptions seem to mirror Roberts' own life, but how much of the book is heavily based on fact and how much is fiction is unknown. Not that it matters. Lin's story - his experiences, his relationships, his emotions and his views feel real enough for me.
My brother-in-law listened to this book twice and could not stop singing its praises. "It's one of those books that have kinda changed me," he says. "I love his perspective. He's not just perceptive, he has a really wonderful spin on the way he looks at things. Really refreshing. And I want to be able to see things in a similar perspective." My BIL tracked my progress while I was listening to it, concerned that I wouldn't enjoy it as he did, but he needed have worried.
This is a love story. Not one about two people falling in love with each other - not that there isn't a romance involved (and, though really annoying at times, the romance at least ended up in a place that I was pleased with). This is a story about love and all its manifestations. It becomes clear early on, how much the author is in love with India, and he wants desperately to share that love with the reader. For me, he succeeded. Almost immediately, I fell in love with Roberts' descriptive prose (though he does sometimes go overboard, particularly when Lin is in an emotional situation). I fell in love with Humphrey Bower's powerful narration. And I fell in love with India and its people.
The painting of the people and the city – even the slums, is absolutely beautiful. Roberts finds beauty in the things the average person might overlook, or even scoff at. Lulled into this comfort and beauty, I was just as shocked as Lin, the main character, when the brutality of the culture is suddenly revealed in reaction to the violent disruption of the city’s daily functions. Lin could only use the word “magic” to explain how even the lowest, most illiterate of people could so conduct business to perfection to keep business flowing smoothly. And when that "balance of necessity" is disrupted, the reaction is violent and even deadly. Even that violent reaction is an example of the culture’s efficient functioning and sense of community. And their capacity for forgiveness when it is deserved is remarkable.
This is one of many lessons Lin learns and on of many quotes that I have committed to my collection (the rest are below). There were so many thought-provoking little nuggets, as well as much greater philosophical concepts for me to appreciate. If I had a hard copy of this book (which will happen soon), assume that it would be full of dog-ears and highlights on every other page!
This book is also about honour, courage, fate and forgiveness. From each person and experience, Lin learns more and moves further away from the darkness he suffered when he was being tortured in prison. Lin meets many people in the span of this book and each one, even the ones who earn his ire, can be considered his teachers and they all earn a special place in his heart - and in mine. Many of the characters are not native Indians - exiles in their own way - but they too have come to love India and express that in so many ways. Robert's also, through these characters, Again, if these people are just Roberts' fictional characters, they are the most realistic people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. On top of his incredible descriptive skills that encompass both appearance and demeanor, Roberts also gives us the heart and soul of each character such that when they are not 'on screen,' I miss them and when they return, I want to greet them as fondly as Lin does. And when they are lost, I feel the pain of it.
I loved how much attention was given to the intellectual gangster, Khader Khan, who becomes a father figure to Lin. Khader frequently shares his wisdom, which he in turn learns from and shares with others. How often do you read mob stories featuring regular sit down sessions to discuss philosophy and science? Khader is, in spite of his role as mob boss, a man of honour. He refuses to deal in human trafficking or drugs and takes good care of the people in the slums that he governs. In one of my favourite scenes, two youths - best friends - got into a fight about religion. Part of their punishment as handed down by Khader Khan and decided by the people and the religious leaders of the slums, was to learn a prayer from the religion of the other. "Justice is both fair and forgiving. It is not only about punishing those who do wrong, but about trying to save them."
And I can't forget to speak about Prabaker, whom I first met as Lin's guide in Bombay, and quickly fell in love with his infectious smile.
I have to sing the praises of Humphrey Bower, the narrator. This book is amazing on its own merits, but it felt like Bower literally brought every one of these characters to life. Slipping from Lin's native Australian to a myriad of different Indian accents, European, Palestinian, Afghani and more - it was dizzying to imagine how Bower could possibly keep track! Yet he did, making each character perfectly unique and memorable, bringing out all the beauty and flaws that Lin loved about each one of them.
This book is not without its flaws and perhaps, had I been reading a physical copy, I might have determined that it went on a lot longer than it should have. There were events, such as the trek into the Afghani/Russian war, that extended the story considerably, but considering how those events affected Lin and what I learned from it, I think they are important.
4.5 of 5 stars
When you judge the power that is in a person, you must judge their capacity as both friend and enemy.
The real trick in life is to want nothing and succeed in getting it.
Pain and suffering are connected, but they are not the same thing. One can exist without the other. The difference is what we learn from pain is always individual. What we learn from suffering, is what unites us. Pain without suffering is like victory without struggle. We do not learn from it. Suffering is like happiness, but backwards.
The real trick in life is to want nothing and succeed in getting it.
Pain and suffering are connected, but they are not the same thing. One can exist without the other. The difference is what we learn from pain is always individual. What we learn from suffering, is what unites us. Pain without suffering is like victory without struggle. We do not learn from it. Suffering is like happiness, but backwards.
Friendship is like an algebra test that nobody passes.
Indian actors are the greatest actors in the whole world, because Indian people know how to shout with only their eyes.
The truth is a bully we all pretend to like.
Ask any man with a long enough experience of prisons and he’ll tell you that all it takes to harden a man’s heart, is a system of justice.
It’s good to know what's wrong with the world. But it’s just as important to know that sometimes, no matter how wrong it is, you can’t change it. A lot of the bad stuff in the world wasn’t that bad, until someone tried to change it.
What we call cowardice is often just another name for being taken by surprised. And courage is seldom any better than being well prepared.
The more you try to be like someone else, the more you find yourself standing in the way.
Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.
Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised and we can never know which one is which until we've loved them, left them or fought them.
Tough men hate bullies.
Motives matter more for the good deeds than the bad ones.
It’s a fact of being in love that we often pay no attention whatsoever in the words our lover says because we are so intoxicated by the way it’s being said.
No political philosophy I’ve ever heard of loves the human race as much as anarchism. Only the anarchists trust human beings enough to let them work it out for themselves.
We concentrate our laws […] on how much crime is in the sin, rather than how much sin is in the crime.
Evil is the root of all money.
What characterizes the human race more? Cruelty? Or the capacity to feel shame for it.
It is easier to live with a dangerous man than an annoying one.
You are not a man until you give your love, truly and freely to a child. And you are not a good man, until you have earned the love, truly and freely in return.
The world is run by 1 million evil men, 10 million stupid men, and 100 million cowards.
Sometimes you cry with everything except tears.
Tough men hate bullies.
Motives matter more for the good deeds than the bad ones.
It’s a fact of being in love that we often pay no attention whatsoever in the words our lover says because we are so intoxicated by the way it’s being said.
No political philosophy I’ve ever heard of loves the human race as much as anarchism. Only the anarchists trust human beings enough to let them work it out for themselves.
We concentrate our laws […] on how much crime is in the sin, rather than how much sin is in the crime.
Evil is the root of all money.
What characterizes the human race more? Cruelty? Or the capacity to feel shame for it.
It is easier to live with a dangerous man than an annoying one.
You are not a man until you give your love, truly and freely to a child. And you are not a good man, until you have earned the love, truly and freely in return.
The world is run by 1 million evil men, 10 million stupid men, and 100 million cowards.
Sometimes you cry with everything except tears.
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