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In an imperial embrace as Paul Scott's historical tour de force The Raj uartet The Jewel in the. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is the most awesome novel which I have read about British India The story is gripping the language poetic the indigo dreams of flowers fallen asleep to recall a phrase which lingers in the memory and the characterisation near flawless Even after than twenty years I think it's nearer twenty five I can recall the some scenes as if I had read the novel yesterdayJust look at how Scott starts the novel off Imagine then a flat landscape dark for the moment but even so conveying to a girl running in the still deeper shadow cast by the wall of the Bibighar Gardens an idea of immensity of distance such as years before Miss Crane had been conscious of standing where a lane ended and cultivation beganLike To Kill a Mockingbird and One Hundred Years of Solitude the first paragraph hooks you with the whole story encapsulated in it Then when the novelist goes on to say this is the story of a rape you are lost for goodIt is 1942 and Gandhi has delivered the ultimatum to the British uit India in his uietly arrogant way Everywhere the winds of change are felt as the worm is finally turning In this chaotic situation a British woman is raped by Indians and all hell breaks loose “The Bibighar Incident” as it comes to be known grows into a metaphor the beginning of the end of the British RajPaul Scott’s extraordinary achievement is to encapsulate this huge canvas into the private lives of a few misfits Daphne Manners large boned and clumsy with none of the charms of the English girl Hari Kumar or Harry Coomer as he likes to call himself Indian on the outside and English on the inside and Merrick the policeman acutely conscious of his low social standing in British society This triangle is unlike any other seen in literature as love and hate in eual measure bind these people together pulling them into the inevitable vortex at the Bibighar gardensThe novel unfolds through the perspectives of different characters often not central to the story It gives a jagged kaleidoscopic feel to the narrative which is perfectly in keeping with India And as the mystery of what happened at Bibighar is revealed we seem to hear the bells start to ring the death knell of the British EmpireRead it

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The Jewel in the CrownCrown opens in 1942 as the British fear both Japanese invasion and Indian demands for independenc. Truly excellent historical novels capture the history of a time and place through human interactions History is made by human beings going about their business with all their failings prejudices and strivings This novel is one of the better ones I've ever read in helping to understand India under British rule The Raj It not only tells us what but how and even importantly why This is the first book of a uartet and I have no doubt that when I finish the fourth one I can claim it is the War and Peace of IndiaThe cast of characters in this one is large set during a time of riots and unrest in Myapore in 1942 WWII is threatening civilization the Japanese are considering invading India and white and black men and women peasants and politicians are going about their daily lives I won't go into plot developments because they are numerous but I will say that young Hari Kumar is one of the most heartbreaking characters among many in this story I hope to meet him again in the second book but if not I wish him well

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The Jewel in the Crown Free download æ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook ´ No set of novels so richly recreates the last days of India under British rule two nations locked in an imperial embrace as Paul Scott's historical tour de force The Raj uartet The Jewel in the Crown opens in 1942 as the British fear both Japanese invasion No set of novels so richly recreates the last days of India under British rule two nations locked. You'll only find 4 and 5 star reviews for The Jewel in the Crown on this site And it is indeed a towering achievement Towering Magnificent So er what went wrong for meDo you remember James Joyce said that if Dublin burned down he wanted them to be able to rebuild it by reading Ulysses meaning that every brick and stone every chemists shop and stretch of beach every busker and cabman's shelter was to be found in Ulysses in its exact location and condition in the book not one atom changed around so that in many ways Ulysses is not to be described as a work of fiction at all Joyce also took on the task of writing a book where if the whole English language was eaten by Godzilla they'd be able to reconstruct it again from Ulysses But I digress Paul Scott decided to do the same thing for the last days of the British in India Brick by brick house by house room by room Historians of interior decor 1945 65 can look no further You have just won the lottery The bathroom is airless There is no fan and only one window high up above the lavatory pedestal At the opposite end of the bathroom fifteen paces on bare feet across lukewarm mosaic that is slightly uneven and impresses the soles with the not unpleasant sensation of walking over the atrophied honeycomb of some long forgotten species of giant bee there is an old fashioned marble topped washstand with an ormolu mirror on the wall above plain white china soap dishes and a white jug on the slab; beneath the stand a slop bowl with a lid and a wicker bound handle Here too is the towel rack a miniature gymnastic contraption of parallel mahogany bars and upright poles hung with immense fluffy towels and huckabacks in a diminishing range of sizes each embroidered in blue with the initials LCHalf way through that not untypical paragraph I was medically dead for about a whole minute So that was the first thing The next thing I didn't like was the plot Even before I started I didn't like it the blurb announces that this is the story of a brutal rape perpetrated in somewhat mysterious circumstances upon an English woman in India Yes that's right the self same central plot of E M Forster's A Passage to India which I thought was pretty good How strange it was obviously deliberate on the part of the author to lift this rape plot from Forster and re do it rock bands and film directors do this all the time so why not authors But this particular plot is kind of a drag really We've been down this symbolic road already naive imperialists defiled by intimacy with the conuered peoples it's all too crude for me You could argue that Forster lifted the plot from Daisy Miller by Henry James and replanted it in India and I daresay it isn't original to HJ either Now it is true that the plot is hardly the main point of this novel because as Dr J said about Pamela if you read this book for the story you would hang yourself Meaning that moss stalactites and your fingernails all grow faster than the plot in this book So if your plot is just the hook you're hanging other things on then get a interesting oneThe next thing I would like to complain about is the length of many of the sentences Paul Scott was evidently a major fan of the late Henry James and he likes to run amok with those clauses there's a kind of effete machismo about the long sentence It can be fun but it can so very easily be too much of a good thing Dig the following he is talking as he always is in this book about race relations note the maidan is a public space in the town Or is this a sense conveyed only to an Englishman as a result of his residual awareness of a racial privilege now officially extinct so that borne clubwards at the invitation of a Brahmin lawyer on a Saturday evening driven by a Muslim chauffeur in the company of a Rajput lady through the uickly fading light that holds lovely old Mayapore suspended between the day and the dark bereft of responsibility and therefore of any sense of dignity other than that which he may be able to muster in himself as himself he may feel himself similarly suspended caught up by his own people's history and the thrust of a current that simply would not wait for them wholly to comprehend its force and he may then sentimentally recall in passing that the maidan was once sacrosanct to the Civil and Military and respond fleetingly to the tug of a vague generalised regret that the maidan no longer looks as it did once when at this time of day it was empty of all but a few late riders cantering homewardsOoof I need a lie down after a sentence like that Was Mr Scott working with a typewriter on which the full stop key was about to break so he was trying to conserve its use The full stop is such a pleasant thing It is the reader's friend It gives the brain a little pause a little twiglet for our bird thoughts to alight on for a second before the next sentence carries us aloft again I like full stopsThe last thing I would like to complain about is that the characters who are given all the long monologues or who write the long letters are all tedious windbags They don't know when to stop I wanted to wring their scrawny necks In my last example this guy is talking about the swanky country club in Mayapore The compulsory subscription was waived in the case of all but regular officers and two new types of membership were introduced Officers with temporary or emergency commissions could enjoy either what was called Special membership which involved paying the subscription and was meant of course to attract well brought up officers who could be assumed to know how to behave or Privileged Temporary Membership which entitled the privileged temporary member to use the club's facilities on certain specific days of the week but which could be withdrawn without notice Oh my GodNoFinally though I just couldn't stand the company of the British colonial class in India they were a hideous gaggle of superannuated racists so I abandoned this very remarkable and undoubtedly brilliant novel with reliefnote I would like someone who five starred this book to tell me if they actually liked the uotes above Although if they do I'll probably back away slowly with wide scared eyes