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Date of Publication: 1992
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Memories of Rain Paperback – 17 Sep 1992

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  • Paperback: 208 pages
  • Publisher: Orion mass market paperback (17 Sept. 1992)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1857970055
  • ISBN-13: 978-1857970050
  • Product Dimensions: 21.4 x 13.6 x 2.2 cm
  • Average Customer Review: 2.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 4,362,781 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Sunetra Gupta is an acclaimed novelist, essayist and scientist. In October 2012 her fifth novel, So Good in Black, was longlisted for the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature. In 2009 she was named as the winner of the Royal Society Rosalind Franklin Award for her scientific achievements. Sunetra, who lives in Oxford with her husband and two daughters, is Professor of Theoretical Epidemiology at Oxford University's Department of Zoology, having graduated in 1987 from Princeton University and received her PhD from the University of London in 1992. Sunetra was born in Calcutta in 1965 and wrote her first works of fiction in Bengali. She is an accomplished translator of the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore.

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The novel tells the story of the complex and subtle relationship between a woman, her husband and his mistress. The disintegrating marriage and Moni's flight from this life could be hypnotic to watch but I found this an incredibly difficult style of writing to engage with. The prose is rich, poetic and complex; a stream of consciousness which has an ethereal quality to it. The free flowing prose drifts languidly and a single moment, action, or feeling is described by a series of similes that can go on, without a full stop in sight, for several pages. The novel is evocative but desperately internalised. Not to everyone's taste.
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Despite the gushing blurbs, misleading as always, I couldn't get very involved in this story. Yes, there is some good writing here, rich poetic prose, as one blurb says, though some of the ridiculously long sentences I found tiresome. I have nothing against long sentences. If punctuated correctly, as in Proust, they can be easy to read. In this book, however, the author uses commas where full-stops are obviously required. Many sentences start off as questions but ramble on for so long that by the time you get to the end you forget that there should have been a question mark somewhere along the way, and obviously the author forgot too.
All this would matter less if the story, about an Indian girl who marries an Englishman who promptly takes another lover, was more involving, but I never once got to the point of giving a damn about anyone. It was one of the most put-downable books I've read. Good writing is not enough.
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