The Story of my Assassins

The Story of my Assassins

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Author: Tarun J Tejpal
Publisher: HarperCollins
Year: 2009
Language: English
Pages: 522
ISBN/UPC (if available): 9788172237998



I could sense that in that swirling mad room, every eye had slowly come to rest on him. I saw even yoronour in all his pasty majesty sneak a look or two.

Sethiji said, 'They say he is the future king of western UP. His name is Hathoda Tyagi. Before he was nineteen he'd killed his first five men by caving their skulls in with a hammer. Full brain curry. Now, of course, he shoots people through their ears, in their mouths, up their assholes. Today he kills you, tomorrow your enemy. Like Sethiji gets up and comes to Patiala House courts every morning, he goes out every day and dispatches a few sorry souls to Yamraj directly. He works only for the big mafia dons now. When they want a big job done, they send for Hathoda Tyagi. You should be proud. Not just Sethiji, even the mafia thinks you are a big man!'

Sara said, 'They are being framed.'
I looked at her.
She said, 'Can't you see they are being framed!'
I said, 'How can you tell?'

A muscular, incisive, and deeply sardonic comment on twenty-first century India. The Story of My Assassins is a multilayered novel that skilfully slashes through the subcontinent's dubious spiritual serenity to lay bare every crippling divide of language, wealth and class. Trawling life and death in the dark underside, it inquires into the inexorable codes of power and wealth that propel societies. A triumph of disparate voices, unbearable realities, and impossible conundrums, this is a book that will forever change the way we look at the world around us.


'At last - a new and brilliantly original novel from India.'
- V S Naipaul

'The Alchemy of Desire puts Tarun in the front rank of Indian novelists. I am inclined to agree with Naipaul: his book is a masterpiece.'
- Khushwant Singh

'One of the most attractive Indian writers in English of his generation, he writes with a great deal of raw energy, inventively employing images which are at once sad, haunting, horrendously cosmic and beautiful.'
- Times Literary Supplement