“ In his fifth novel, Indian-born, New Zealand-based author Rajorshi Chakraborti skilfully amps up the tension, showing how easily fear can shove reason out the window, even in smart, seemingly self-aware people. . . . It's an absorbing, gripping read that is ultimately about the importance of family and the emotional labour required to create deep, honest connections. ”
Catherine Robertson, NZ Listener
“ "Exile," philosopher Edward Said wrote, "is strangely compelling 'to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home." Migrant New Zealand author Rajorshi Chakraborti's new novel, The Man Who Would Not See, beautifully examines this "unhealable rift" between the "self" separated from its home. . . . If this is a novel about dislocation from event and homeland, it's also a book which wonderfully synergises the disparate perspectives of its diverse cast. . . . Thematically, the narrative and its conflicting voices produce another rich element to The Man Who Would Not See. For these aspects expand concepts of migration beyond the physical and environmental to the philosophical, familial and spiritual. . . . The Man Who Would Not See is a compelling book about the dislocation of belonging, geography, culture and, ultimately, memory. ”
Dominion Post Weekend, Siobhan Harvey
I often think to myself that so many different films could share a single title: The Last Hours of Their Lives. Only the characters never know this, and hurtle along with a truly moving degree of unawareness and vigour, doing both significant and trivial things as usual in the full expectation of living forever.
My brother and I are with our dad at Howrah station to meet our grandmother off the train, but have learnt upon getting here that it’s running two hours late. Which is certainly not enough time to return home, and Baba doesn’t think it’s even worth heading back as far as Esplanade or Park Street for some kind of snack or treat. It will probably take half an hour getting there, crawling along Brabourne Road, and then we’ll have to come back. Let’s see what there is to eat at the station instead.Continue Reading