Can Love Happen Twice: Ravinder Singh

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Clearly the worst written novel I have read in a long while.  The writing is so atrocious that it made me cringe every two pages.  Plenty of adverbs that are not needed, clichéd phrases and sentences that don’t make any sense.  The story, you ask?  Not too bad.  A simple love story.  Ravin (the author seems to be an egomaniac) falls in love a second time but it fails again (as in the first book – a best seller based on his own life story) and he goes into a depression.  So what does this mean?  The Indian audience doesn’t care about the quality of writing at all?  The first novel was a big best seller!  Perhaps not – the emotional love stories still work – particularly if they are real-life.  The only saving grace for me was the portion of Ravin and Simar falling in love in Belgium.  There is something about young love – the courtship period – that strikes a chord somewhere and those scenes worked well.  But it’s the shoddy writing (and the editor doesn’t seem to have done much) that ruins it all.

Recommendation: Stay away.

Delhi – Anything Goes: Anita Kumar

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What’s with the writing scene in India?  If Singh’s ‘Can Love Happen Twice’ was the worst written book I read in a long time, this one is the most insipid.  Zoya returns from London to Delhi for a friends’ reunion and shows us how the hi-society life in Delhi works.  But that’s it.  There is practically no story.  Exaggerated (and sometimes not so exaggerated) description of the life styles of the rich and famous don’t quite add to a novel.  The writing is cliché ridden – though not so bad as Singh – but there are many repetitions of the same phrases over the entire length of the book.  By the time I ended, I was sick of LV, Gucci and Jimmy Choo.  The climax is perhaps the worst part.  First, the readers are told about why Reema is the bitch she is – which doesn’t shock the reader (thought it seems to shock the writer alright) and secondly, everything gets resolved in the last three pages.  There is so much telling (as opposed to showing) that the book seems like a description of each character’s feelings poured in inappropriate words.

Recommendation: Don’t even think of it.