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Illicit Happiness Of Other People

by Manu Joseph
★★★☆☆3.0 · 1 review
· ISBN MANUAL-1779213860726

Description

Ousep Chacko, journalist and failed novelist, prides himself on being “the last of the real men.” This includes waking neighbors upon returning late from the pub. His wife Mariamma stretches their money, raises their two boys, and, in her spare time, gleefully fantasizes about Ousep dying. One day, their seemingly happy seventeen-year-old son Unni—an obsessed comic-book artist—falls from the balcony, leaving them to wonder whether it was an accident. Three years later, Ousep receives a package that sends him searching for the answer, hounding his son’s former friends, attending a cartoonists’ meeting, and even accosting a famous neurosurgeon. Meanwhile, younger son Thoma, missing his brother, falls head over heels for the much older girl who befriended them both. Haughty and beautiful, she has her own secrets. The Illicit Happiness of Other People—a smart, wry, and poignant novel—teases you with its mystery, philosophy, and unlikely love story.

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Sahithi A★★★☆☆
This was a long due from my TBR. Author manages to keep us entertained, waiting to seek the big reveal until the end. Manus Joseph definitely has an excellent way with words. I found myself laughing and smiling to myself as I breezed through the book. What deeply disappoints me about this brilliant writing is that women are still a prop to drive the plot, a man's story, character and life itself. Age of the female doesn't matter when it comes to narrating her body. There is no substance to any woman character (just two in whole sea of men characters in book), what happened to these women is not told in their perspective, no even told with an iota of empathy, instead it uses their misery to shape the protagonist's character because after all a woman is a no man! Waiting for the day a male writer would write female characters without feeling the need to only describe them using their firm or saggy breasts. Women deserve more than that.

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