No book caused me more dissappointment in the recent past than “Tales from Firozshahbagh” by Rohinton Mistry. It is a collection of stories. Again, as usual, all set in a Parsi locality in Mumbai. This time, he does not touch politics. He touches the ordinary lives of people there. When I read it some one year ago, it appeared like good enough for me. But, after this recent reading, I can’t classify it as anything above the passable range. It was hard even to complete the book. It was so boring. Its very rare that I leave even a boring book incomplete and this is one of those rare cases.
At many places, I felt as if I am reading a scene in a novel rather than a short story. Neither a proper beginning nor a proper end. Throughout, it appeared like I am listening some story from the middle and left it in the middle! Further, the descriptions in these stories were sometimes uncomfortable to read.
This is perhaps one of my shortest posts, for there is nothing that this book has offered to me. Reading was not a pleasure in this case. Perhaps, I will soon come back with a post on Mistry-the writer soon.