Review: Amit Varma’s “My Friend Sancho”

The mighty Bombay blogger Amit Varma’s first novel, My Friend Sancho, is a quick and entertaining summer read, which also manages to make some serious points along the way. It does not aspire to be “serious” literature, but it is certainly several significant notches above One Night @ the Call Center. Indeed, I would not even put the two books in the same blog post, except Manish planted the damn meme in my head before I got around to reading Amit’s novel.

(Before I get much further, I should mention that, while My Friend Sancho has not been published in the U.S. yet, you can still get it in the U.S. from here.)

I gather that Manish’s comparison, in the post I linked to above, had more to do with the new market for books like these — books that are primarily directed at a growing popular market for English language books within India, rather than the western “literary fiction” market to which most diasporic writers really aspire (even those who say they are writing with Indian readers in mind).

But still, do we really have to go there? Bhagat’s Call Center was a mind-numbing collection of topical cliches, juvenile crushes, and predictable silliness. I gather that Amit would not be averse to selling a few copies of his book, but My Friend Sancho is a much smarter and more provocative book, which gets into the ethics of journalism, police encounters, and even, to some extent, cross-religious romance. Admittedly, Amit’s book does have some blemishes, such as the bits where his fictional character references Varma’s real-life blog (I gather it was meant as an in-joke, but there is a danger of turning off readers who might perceive it as narcissism). Also, the romance between Abir and Muneeza has a kind of innocence to it that doesn’t fit Abir’s otherwise jaded persona that well. But neither of these are fatal, and perhaps Varma will iron out some of the kinks in his next one.

You don’t have to take my word for it; below are a few paragraphs I liked in particular in My Friend Sancho. If you like them, you’ll probably like the novel. If not, you might not. First, my favorite passage in My Friend Sancho is where Abir, the slacker, procrastinating journalist, puts forward his credo with regards to writing:

I worked on the story till about four in the morning. One of the problems while writing a piece like this, I’ve since realized, is that you get too ambitious. You read your New Journalism pieces from the books where they are collected, you read the features in The New Yorker and The Atlantic, and you tell yourself you want to write like that, and you paralyze yourself. The trick is just to tell the story simply, the best you can, without thinking of how impressed people will be when they read it. So I wrote and wrote.

Spoken like a blogger, except here is one blogger (Amit Varma, not Abir Ganguly, his character) who stopped procrastinating his novel and actually wrote the thing out. I also think he’s exactly right about telling the story you have to tell simply and straightforwardly, without worrying whether you’ll impress others.

[Note: another Indian blogger who has recently published a novel is Chandrahas Choudhury, of The Middle Stage. Chandrahas’ Arzee the Dwarf just came out on HarperCollins India; an excerpt from it is here]

There’s some great stuff about procrastination in My Friend Sancho, which resonates particularly well for me since I am a world-class procrastinator myself:

I went to office late in the morning. I worked for a couple of hours. That is to say, I tried to work. My mind kept wandering, and the internet gave it places to wander to. Every three minutes I told myself, Just two minutes more, let me just check out this page, then I will work. But I’d check out that page, and click on a link there, or think of something because of what I was reading and go somewhere else, and so on and on until it was almost lunchtime and I was better informed about the world but less so about my own piece.

I have been there. I have been exactly there, more often than I would really like to admit. (And I suspect Abir Ganguly and I are not alone in this!)

Another aspect of the novel I found provocative relates to Abir’s attempt to cope with a police officer in his acquaintance named Thombre who has done something questionable. Rather than demonize Thombre as a clear villain, Abir finds himself sympathizing with the officer, who has risen up from a working class background:

Yes, yes, self-loathing is fashionable and I cultivate it well. But really, had I been born in Thombre’s place, with his background, his parents, his circumstances, I have no doubt that I’d have turned out worse. Yes, worse: I would have been the lazy schmuck who failed to clear his MPSC and ended up as a mechanic somewhere, or maybe tired for a lower grade of government job, and was miserable–genuinely miserable, not just down because angst is fashionable. I’d have looked at a career path like Thombre’s with envy. He had made the best of what life had thrown his way. I couldn’t bring myself to condemn him on moral grounds–the world around him, the real world as he put it, had not place for morality. He did what he had to.

I am not sure I agree with Abir’s act of sympathy here; what Thombre has done is not really forgivable in my book, no matter what the extenuating circumstances might be. Still, I find the moral quandary Abir falls into at the end of the novel intriguing, and it’s intelligible given where he started out (i.e. in a state of pure cynicism).

The writing in all three of the passages I’ve quoted is functional and unadorned. Excerpts like those above probably won’t give anyone Grand Mal seizures as Great Writing. But the voice Varma has invented is interesting and the insights are honest; they resonated with me, giving me a reason to keep turning pages.

14 thoughts on “Review: Amit Varma’s “My Friend Sancho”

  1. Wow, One Night @ the Call Center. That brings back memories. That’s what happens when you tell your international student pals you like to read. They gift you books like Call Center for graduation. I’m pretty sure I have yet to regain IQ points lost from reading said book. (Naturally I couldn’t put it down.) Definitely getting this Varma book when I get a chance.

  2. India Uncut was the first Indian blog I discovered and the first one I started following.

    Can’t wait to get this.

  3. Amardeep,

    Yet to read the book, but are you sure Amit Varma has ‘invented’ a voice?

  4. Yet to read the book, but are you sure Amit Varma has ‘invented’ a voice?

    I don’t mean it as a ground pronouncement, as in “a fresh literary voice.” I just mean it in the narrower sense: the voice of Varma’s protagonist. He has definitely invented that voice.

  5. I love Amit Varma’s witty blogging and look forward to reading the book. Thanks for the review and pointer to indiaplaza.com Amardeep.

  6. Referencing his own blog? Gosh, you are right that puts me off. The excerpt isn’t unreadable, but seems convoluted with odd pauses. Sorry, it didn’t read like a breeze to me. I can’t wait to buy Arzee though, after reading that excerpt. Maybe I am just fussy about quality.

  7. Off-topic, does Amardeep or anyone else have genuinely riveting Indian science fiction to recommend (in English)? I may have asked this before 🙂 I enjoy great story telling and science fiction (apart from classics) is always fun, the likes of Haldeman, Asimov and Dick.

  8. Not entirely science fiction, more like science thriller fiction–The Calcutta Chromosome by Amitav Ghosh is excellent.

  9. One of the best novels i read in the recent times!rating 8/10…..be prepared for some cheap laughs……was very witty indeed

  10. an osum book of amith varma my frnd sancho was d 1st novel i hd ever read . it was realy fantastic d part of d tkng lizard,abir,muneeza. i would request dude varma to brng out some other novels whch would b still mind blowng…………………………………………………………………… thnk u dude for making me intrested to read novels miss u a lot urs……………………………………………….

  11. I liked the book very much simply because it was told in a light vein but touched deeper issues.Also the writer has’nt derived any conclusion and has ended the book at just the perfect point. Can anybody tell me when is his next novel due???

  12. dude why dont you complete it ………….. kam se kam muneeza ne kaya bola ye to batate,,,,,, bas “hello” likh kar chod diya