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2012 Nights by Vipul Rikhi: Stories that make you think

Even though the book is categorized under short stories, it has a very strong central narrative that runs through these short stories and connects each to another. All tales in the book pivot around the narrator's crumbling life in the backdrop of the seemingly inevitable disintegration of the entire realm of existence. The drunk narrative sucks the reader into its hallucinatory vortex and relentlessly makes one confront the very real questions one would rather avoid. The imagery used is powerful, disturbing, and beautiful at the same time. 

2012 Nights by Vipul Rikhi

The themes that the stories and the central narrative touches are at the core of many problems plaguing the world today. Without being didactic or preachy, the author effectively makes the readers stop in their paths and wonder about where the world is coming from and where it is headed.

Even though the book is a serious work and deals with serious topics, the author's matter-of-fact vocal tone is refreshing and provides a much-needed relief. In spite of constantly dealing with darkness, the book manages to make you smile at many places. Casual mentions of the state-of-art technologies such a Google Maps in the midst of powerful, fable-like tales and other such cheeky play of words spring a surprise upon you when you least expect and prevent the weighty narrative from becoming overwhelming.

I would recommend that you read this book if you appreciate the fragility and intricacy of layered writings and enjoy making the journey through these layers to reach the crux of the matter.


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