This review holds true only for the book ELEVEN MINUTES.
It holds no connection with the book REBECCA
Books speak volumes about the author and the type of collection one has reflects a lot about the tastes, character and the Individual you really are.
But of course-we do end up buying books which are ’IN’ thing at all bookstalls and social circles.
This is one such book, which made me sit up and think-for all the reasons you will know.
Lets highlight the storyline first!
The story is about a small town girl who has big dreams & a flair for discovering true love.
As a matter of fact, she ends up having many relationships right from tender age of 11 and indulges in discovering the carnal desires of a teenage girl.
Well-as predictable...she does never meet the RIGHT MAN and leaves her town with the dream of earning big in Europe’Place for women, wealth & wine in Style’.
There she lands up a job as a dancer in a club and eventually gets driven into prostitution to make quick bucks.
There she finds that men, who really have something bold-cum-strong self imposed image are the ones full of insecurity and suffer from anxiety.
Its when she cant make her mind whether she should leave this job which has driven away all her modesty and dignity, that she meets these really odd characters.
One- a rich painter who is a widower and second- a married man who is suffering from depression faced with infidelity from his wife.
These two people make the lady in question realise that suffering can be only till a certain limit and life in general is much more than what she sees in the eyes of men who are groping for her when she is in the club.
The story obviously has a movie ending with the girl wrapping her bag & baggages and heading home-when the hero...errr!The painter comes for her and asks her to marry him.
In my opinion, the story falls flat the way Mr Paul has scripted it.-
Its been stretched unnecessarily with long descriptions of the physical interactions and really make you feel gross than feeling sorry for the lady.
The Eleven Minutes-book title refers to the eleven minutes of ecstasy that such intimate encounters give rise to....pun intended.
Quintessentially, the character portrayal is bland and I can vouch that there are better writers there in this forum than Mr Paul himself.
Also, a slight copy from the Ms Bridget Jones adventures and her diary entries has been done in the way which is uncomprehensible.
It did remind me somewhat of the God of Small Things by Ms Roy...which was quite a dull story again-but, it was still phrased beautifully.
If a regular reader gets hands on this book-it will sure seem to him as if written by a layman trying his luck in writing.There is no attraction to the story or the way it has been narrated which can/could have been the selling points for the write-up.
All in all-the book is of zero value except if you want to gift it some friend who hasnt been too good to you in the past...
The book is available for Rs295 at the book stalls.
Just leave it there only....
PS: Its a true story of a mexican woman.She must be cursing Mr Paul for this....