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Every Indian must read the book to understand the frivolity of anger and passion roused by religion, hedonism and dogmatism.Khushwant Singh tells the story of Delhi through 600 years through the eyes of people who witnessed it taking shape, the raconteurs being people of consequence and sometimes just ordinary citizens.Through it you witness the 600 years of history that has shaped this city - covering Mughals, War of 1857, 1984 Sikh pogrom, Untouchables, Timurids, Hazrat Nizamuddin and more, some squalid, some divine.His candid, sentimental and unapologetic outpourings reach orgasmic heights in the chapters devoted to the uncouth, rude, pock-marked The preface declares the injecting of a lot of seminal fluid into the book - guaranteeing you the dirty old man (his sobriquet) experience, so what's not to like?Khushwant Singh confesses that he makes both Bhagmati and Delhi sound very mysterious, for he too is confused by this love-hate relationship, but he lives with it, and swimmingly too.

It could have been much better if the reader would have been able to discern among real historical events and fictional parts and if we could understand which parts were the author's personal opinions; but perhaps it's only my fault because I don't know a lot about the Mughal Empire. La premessa sembrava molto interessante: la storia di Delhi dall'Impero Moghul (ca. Si alternano capitoli dedicati al presente (in cui si parla solo di sesso tra il personaggio principale e una prostituta ermafrodita) a capitoli in cui si fa rinascere il passato attraverso la narrazione in prima persona di diversi personaggi.The premise was very interesting: Delhi's history from the Mughal Empire (1526) to the murder of Indira Gandhi (1984).Chapters alternate from present time (in which we read above all about useless sex scenes among the main character and a hijra prostitute) to ancient time where the past revives thanks to the first-person narration of different characters.After a while I had a feeling of mental discomfort reading about all this gory killing because it seemed that all these people were taking pleasure in killing.It was as if the author disliked all Indians (regardless of their religion) and depicted them as bloody killers.