Review of Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts

I don't often read books twice. Not (just) becausepages of this book take place on a scale of
I have particuarly high standards, but because Iexperience vaster than just larger than life, and I
am both blessed and cursed with in the word's ofam certain for some quite beyond belief.
another: "an elephantine memory". Not so muchI personally found no reason to doubt the author's
for detail, but for the order and substance ofprobity. To me it mattered not whether this book
experience. I have an ongoing internal chronologueis verifiable fact. Even if it were only three
of what happened when, why it happened, andquarters true, it is a tale of heart and not of fact,
more importantly how I felt about it.of life lived and felt rather than observed and
More so in the past than in the now--a tangibledescribed.
blessing of my ongoing practise of meditation--is*Sometimes, you have to surrender before you
the ever more vivid emergence of the eternalwin.*
now, the light of which obscures in increasingA journey of several continents and more than
brightness the shadows of the forgettable then. Inten years, it is really the story of intuition followed
this respect I am more than cheerfully losing myand dharma learnt. A man near lost in a
mind!maelstrom of his own making accepts the
With regard to books, for this is in fact a bookguidance of fate's unseen hand and the certitude
review, I remember the reading experience tooof the whisper within to find redemption and
well to cheapen the author's work by reliving theirspiritual growth.
tale less than whole-heartedly at a prematureAs chief protagonist as well as author, Gregory
date. *Shantaram*, however, by Gregory DavidDavid Roberts is a warrior-poet of the modern
Roberts, I would quite happily read twice and thenage, a man familiar with the path of violence but
again if but time did permit.adhering strictly to the code of honour and right,
*It took me a long time and most of the worldall the while recording on paper his thoughts and
to learn what I know about love and fate and theexperiences for retelling at a later date.
choices we make, but the heart of it came to me*There is no heart like the Indian heart. It's the
in an instant, while I was chained to a wall andheart that keeps us all together.*
being tortured.*Shantaram is a journey on two levels. Literally it is
Shantaram is the autobiographical novel of thea journey to the heart of India, the land where in
author's real life journey from bank robber andthe author's words "the heart is king". Personally it
addict to prisoner and then fugitive, from Australiais a journey of the heart through experience,
to India, and from only an actor in his own life tofrom "Mr. Lindsay" of passport stolen to the
its' playwright and author.affectionately nicknamed "Linbaba", and finally to
*Truth is the bully we all pretend to like.*the name "Shantaram" (man of God's peace)--the
Beginning with armed robbery and Australianname given to the author by his adopted Indian
prison to the slums of Bombay and it's mafiafamily. It is a journey of who he was in his own
wars; from battlefield gun-running to theeyes, has now become in the eyes' of others, to
fabulously surreal filmsets of Bollywood, the 933who he himself seeks to be.