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Forever Is a Lie
by Novoneel Chakraborty
[12.01.21] Updating this. Tweaking it for fun. Apparently reviewing was not my strongest suite back then.
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[Reviews of both books in the duology in one.]
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Saveer Rathod goes by the name 'Mean Monster'. 'Mean' because of his 'edging techniques' in frivolous sexual encounters. And 'monster' because 'what he carries between his legs is two inches more than that of an average Indian's.'
I hope you are sold on that.
Because, it is that kind of a book. I am not even paraphrasing. I wish I was. And I say 'a' book. Because honestly it is one single book, split into two in a poor moneymaking endeavour.
The result lies in a drab soulless effort in the form of 'Forever is a Lie'. Making the first half of this duology incoherent and marred with fillers to pad things up. It is supposed to be a dark romantic thriller revolving around this 'Mean Monster.' The same guy who sleeps with random woman at night and runs a NGO at day for their safety. Guy might be a nymphomaniac by this point. But the takeaway is, he's hurting. He's suffering, our charming sad hero. And that should make us sad.
You see? Whoever he loves dies. Someone or something is hellbent on destroying his life for over a decade. And thus he promptly transforms into this "dark brooding guy with a definite soft spot." One might wonder why does he not contact the police? Or how about seeking some actual professional help?
But here the lies the grand dilemma of this literary masterpiece. He's too much of an alpha male, you see? How can he ever stoop to such lows? Don't you feel miserable for this hapless boy wonder? Goddamnit weep already, O reader!
And right about here, in comes Prisha, our heroine, the college freshman who is instantly enamoured by the much much elderly Saveer. (The same girl who fled her hometown because her high school flame dumped her.) And to make it all the more convincing, she falls in love with him after casually stalking him for few days. I suppose it is obvious by this point, that the girl boasts an IQ in the negatives.
The characters are stereotypical at best. The gay effeminate guy best friend who has the habit of saying 'sexy' out loud. The tomboyish girl best friend who has to habitually curse and utter 'bro' in every two lines. I mean where's the fun if the queer characters aren't hypersexual aren't they? The characters do not hold normal conversations. They speak in dialogues. (Something much better suited for Yourquote.in or the revered Farah Khan cinematic universe.) Just do not expect any semblance of character arcs going in. The author's mostly busy indulging in pretentious philosophical rambling about love and soul and shit, to even bother.
Moving on, we come to the smut. The extremely graphic and detailed love-making sequences. I mean they aren't a bad thing, right? Smut has its fair share of audience. But not when it's so banally written? Bargain bin trashy erotica that serves no purpose in the context of the 'thriller'. Might risk sounding like a puritan, however the age gap between Saveer and Prisha is quite problematic, seeing the manner in which they fall in love, and handle the relationship there after. She's basically a super dumb kid. And he's this Milind Soman ripoff with a brooding knight in a shining armour routine. But hey, who am I to judge?
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[Reviews of both books in the duology in one.]
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Saveer Rathod goes by the name 'Mean Monster'. 'Mean' because of his 'edging techniques' in frivolous sexual encounters. And 'monster' because 'what he carries between his legs is two inches more than that of an average Indian's.'
I hope you are sold on that.
Because, it is that kind of a book. I am not even paraphrasing. I wish I was. And I say 'a' book. Because honestly it is one single book, split into two in a poor moneymaking endeavour.
The result lies in a drab soulless effort in the form of 'Forever is a Lie'. Making the first half of this duology incoherent and marred with fillers to pad things up. It is supposed to be a dark romantic thriller revolving around this 'Mean Monster.' The same guy who sleeps with random woman at night and runs a NGO at day for their safety. Guy might be a nymphomaniac by this point. But the takeaway is, he's hurting. He's suffering, our charming sad hero. And that should make us sad.
You see? Whoever he loves dies. Someone or something is hellbent on destroying his life for over a decade. And thus he promptly transforms into this "dark brooding guy with a definite soft spot." One might wonder why does he not contact the police? Or how about seeking some actual professional help?
But here the lies the grand dilemma of this literary masterpiece. He's too much of an alpha male, you see? How can he ever stoop to such lows? Don't you feel miserable for this hapless boy wonder? Goddamnit weep already, O reader!
And right about here, in comes Prisha, our heroine, the college freshman who is instantly enamoured by the much much elderly Saveer. (The same girl who fled her hometown because her high school flame dumped her.) And to make it all the more convincing, she falls in love with him after casually stalking him for few days. I suppose it is obvious by this point, that the girl boasts an IQ in the negatives.
The characters are stereotypical at best. The gay effeminate guy best friend who has the habit of saying 'sexy' out loud. The tomboyish girl best friend who has to habitually curse and utter 'bro' in every two lines. I mean where's the fun if the queer characters aren't hypersexual aren't they? The characters do not hold normal conversations. They speak in dialogues. (Something much better suited for Yourquote.in or the revered Farah Khan cinematic universe.) Just do not expect any semblance of character arcs going in. The author's mostly busy indulging in pretentious philosophical rambling about love and soul and shit, to even bother.
Moving on, we come to the smut. The extremely graphic and detailed love-making sequences. I mean they aren't a bad thing, right? Smut has its fair share of audience. But not when it's so banally written? Bargain bin trashy erotica that serves no purpose in the context of the 'thriller'. Might risk sounding like a puritan, however the age gap between Saveer and Prisha is quite problematic, seeing the manner in which they fall in love, and handle the relationship there after. She's basically a super dumb kid. And he's this Milind Soman ripoff with a brooding knight in a shining armour routine. But hey, who am I to judge?