![]() ![]() As people who have had a cultivated habit of reading would testify, the quality of the language alone would suffice for a reader to keep going with the book no matter how dreary the content actually is. So I started this one but as I moved across the pages, there was nothing but the vividness of the prose and the quality of Dalrymple’s vocabulary that kept me interested. ![]() This was purportedly a real tale and right from my childhood I wasn’t a big fan of real-time love stories- I didn’t like even the much -acclaimed Prithviraj-Parvathy Malayalam blockbuster- Ennu Ninte Moideen.īut I didn’t have a choice since I didn’t have any other book that I hadn’t read in my shelf. Had it been a work of fiction I could have relied on the imagination of the author to keep me hooked to the narrative with his supposed ‘flights of fancy’ just like I was in love with Marquez’s Love In The Time of Cholera. The blurb of the book indicated something like a fairy-tale romance and since much of the story was supposed to be true, I did not get much interest to pick and read it. I had the chance to borrow a book last month titled White Mughals by Dalrympledespitenot being drawn towards its theme- a Hyderabadi noblewoman drawn romantically to a British Resident braving all cultural and political odds. ![]() ![]() I had read one of his long essays on The Guardian and was very much impressed with his compelling prose and vivid style of narration some years back. I had planned to read historian William Dalrymple for quite a long time. ![]()
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