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Okay what did I just read 🫣 I was seeing all the praises on my feed for Scent of the Nameless by Geet Chaturvedi, translated by Anita Gopalan, but I wasn't prepared for it to be this level of intellectual writing. Sometimes I'm so glad some books reach me, making my shelves a proud space. 

The story starts with an unnamed middle-class man in Mumbai, living with his wife and daughter and working as a clerk. His life begins to change when a credit card enters it. For us credit card is just another financial tool but we saw how in this novel everything starts to change because of this. Infact as many people also said, I liked the fact how the author uses that situation to ask a much more uncomfortable question: how much of what we call choice is actually our choice when the world around us is designed to make us consume?

His financial anxiety doesn't remain isolated but contaminated all parts of his life. The writing and translation in these scenes were so nicely done where we see the strangeness and creepiness seep here. 

I liked how while the character's financial status was deteriorating, the author shows a shift in his behavior as a man. His relationship with his wife becomes increasingly complicated and toxic. And how he deals with them is quite interesting. 

The writing is great, I won't say it's easy but it's not a light or fast read. There are moments where you'll be feeling so strange but that is necessary. The novel's strongest idea, for me, is that debt here is much larger than money. It becomes a condition of living. Because it does dictate a lot of things, specially our perceptions. 

There are so many more things I want to talk about, a second post is coming soon. I'm just glad our first #letsreadindianauthors pick was this.
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Scent of the Nameless 

An ordinary life changed with the markets and the economy. 

In this book the reality hits you and it does it fast as soon as the book opens it is doing it's work.

Living in Urban India is chaos which slowly dies to being done and alone with a rising pressure of survival or rather how to survive.

There are scenarios where the main character states hypothetical rather you call them hallucinations situations that incite an understanding inside you that something is stirring and it's so beyond our hand and we feel like we are drowning. 

Life slowly dies we forget living forget having a smile on our faces women just became the carer rather than the actual equal partner.
This book depicts how urbanisation has killed humanity and its happiness all good days are over all we do is stress about loans and debts and panicking forever and loving never, no we don't have the time because again we are tightly packed from toe to head with the ways we think and overthink about our situation.

An important book for the era we are living in.
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