In A House For Mr Biswas (1961) by V.S. Naipaul, the opening sentence reads, “Ten weeks before he died, Mr Mohun Biswas, a journalist of Sikkim Street, St James, Port of Spain, was sacked.” And with that, sets the tone for this great Dickensian novel.
What a line. So full of irony, pathos, and callousness. I read the novel with my head filled with visuals of my father on a bicycle on his way to work daily, just like the protagonist, grim, in his starched white shirt and trousers, to face his om puteh boss.
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