If I ever get a chance to teach Literature of Modern India again, /sigh/ I want to assign the highly dramatic section about Mehta's family's experiences before, during, and in response to Partition and Independence. Gripping and tragic as that history is anyway, it's all the more so from such a close first-hand viewpoint. Maybe it's a good thing that years ago--nearly 30!--the only thing I remember reading about Ved Mehta is the article in SPY Magazine describing him as imperious, sexist, boring, and self-obsessed. For reading him now, "discovering" his autobiographies all these years later, I'm old/wise enough and in love with India enough to find his work fascinating. That's true both on a broad historical level and an intimate personal level. Now I need to start tracking down his other volumes. This one and Daddyji I stumbled across by chance in a used bookstore.
autobigoraphical novel set during the partition of India. Ved Mehta lost his sight at age 4 (?) due to meningitis. he was unstoppable in reaching his ambition amidst the upheavals taking place in India at the time. Tended to drag towards the end, but still it was difficult to put the book down.