20 September, 2020

Tungsten Vision

A book that falls well short of the expectations one has of the author and journalist

Gireesh G.V.
Tungsten Vision
I wish I had not read this book. Perhaps it should not have been written and almost certainly it should not have been published. But now that it has, I want to forget all about it. I don’t want to remember Khushwant Singh by the impression this book leaves behind. For all his limitations, foibles, contradictions and opportunism, he is a great man. This book can only detract from that. It would be horrible and cruel—in fact, it would be a travesty of fortune—if this book ends up as his swansong. No man deserves to finish his career in this manner. Least of all an author and journalist such as Khushwant Singh.

The irony is that I agree with the sentiments that lie behind Khushwant’s book. His feelings, his principles, his passion (if you can still call it that), I fully share. Khushwant is writing about the way he sees India developing and the direction in which he thinks it’s heading. Both dismay him. Perhaps rightfully. And it’s true that many share his concern and feel it equally deeply. But that’s as far as it goes.

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