Why it happens that when a character is a writer in a story, he/she writes the same story in which he/she is a character?
Is it a natural creativeness that every author have to play in his book?
The Outsiders and Everyone has A Story is a fine example; this one is also partially true.
The cover of the book is similar to a matchbox.. and that, of course, catch eyes.
The book has two different stories flowing parallel. One is of an insomniac arsonist Hironmoy Bose, another one is of highly acclaimed writer Manik Basu.
Hironmoy Bose is living with her girlfriend until four eunuchs destroy his shop. Then Bose does the most illogical thing (logical as he justifies his action), he burns down the house and shop with his girlfriend. Manik Bose is abducted by his Publisher and locked up into a flat, he has to write a book in seven days or die..
What a lovely start and then book never get better than this. The book do not have any plot. Writer have so many ideas, and philosophies, but did he put it right in a form of story ?
First it looks like it is about arson, and writer’s block. Then arrive other characters, which totally gain dominance over the first ones. They steer story to the end without any conclusion. Alternative chapters and story continue talking about art, metaphors, emotions, life, sex, and earthly delights. Ghanada, manipulator of the group and the one who break lines of reality and fiction in fiction.
Then the Mnaik Basu, struggling to finish his book, kept in a jail, and thinking about twisted nature of human emotions.
Both the story try to convey the fight of man v/s inner self and coming out with answers that were not theirs.
Well not a good try.. having ideas and putting them in your stories in a way that they do not seem to be look forced..
Just take it I am not suggesting it to anyone unless you want a beautiful matchbox cover book.. Amazon
Hironmoy Bose lives with his girlfriend, runs a telephone-booth business, and has a weakness for fire. He is unexpectedly provided with an opportunity to abandon his life of love and duty and return to the life he knows best – that with the denizens of 72 Banamali Nashkar Lane, the chummery across the road. “I was once again a free man, unfettered in the company of men who understood the value of happily being alone together.” As things begin to happen, Hiren slowly realizes that all is not what it appears to be. ‘Why me?’, is a query that Manik Basu, renowned novelist, asks himself in faraway Prague as he is forced to write in confinement in order to fulfil his contractual obligations. ‘He was just marking time before someone unlocked the door, unleashed normalcy, and told him to write as a free man.’As the words begin to flow, Basu realizes that all is not what it appears to be. Arson and literature meet in The Garden of Earthly Delights, a novel that is as much about desire, captivity and destruction as it is about the wisdom of the adage: Trust no one