Dan Simmons' "Song of Kali" is a visceral and violent travelogue that takes readers through the dark and murderous underbelly of Calcutta. This is not a warm and fuzzy story about humanity; in fact, it's quite the opposite. Before reading, you might want to have your favorite comfort item with you to hold back the gloom.
The basic plot involves M. Das, a great Indian poet who disappeared years ago and was thought dead. New work purporting to be his has begun circulating in Calcutta. Robert Luczak, a writer and columnist, is sent with his family to find and interview Das, verify the authenticity of the new work, and bring back a copy for publication in the US.
Luczak's search leads him to an ancient and brutal cult of Kali worshippers who practice various depravities, including the human sacrifice of children. As he delves deeper, he discovers a bizarre connection between the cult and the re-emergence of Das, whose new verse celebrates the goddess of death.
The plot summary doesn't fully convey the novel's feel or the dark and disturbing atmosphere Simmons creates with his vivid descriptions of Calcutta. From the moment Bobby arrives in India with his family, he is swallowed up into a grim netherworld of violence, callousness, and palpable evil. Simmons' prose makes you feel as if Calcutta is a living presence.
It's important to note that this was Simmons' first published work and doesn't reach the level of quality and polish of his later works, like the "Hyperion Cantos." However, it's still an accomplished horror tale that is relatively short compared to his later doorstop-sized novels.
I'm glad to have finally read this, but be warned: it can leave a chilling impression that lasts long after you've turned the final page. It certainly did on me. I give it 4.0 stars and highly recommend it.
Winner: World Fantasy Award for Best Novel
Nominee: Locus Award for Best Horror/Dark Fantasy Novel
A truly chilling and heart-rending tale unfolds in the 1970s Calcutta. Simmons masterfully transports you to the dark and seedy underbelly of this bustling city, and then delves even deeper!
A writer, accompanied by his family, makes the journey to Calcutta with the intention of retrieving a manuscript belonging to a poet who has been presumed dead for over six years.
This book brings a unique brand of horror to the slums of Calcutta in an ingenious and extremely dark manner. It manages to create an atmosphere of dread and unease that lingers long after you've turned the last page.
With a rating of 8 out of 12, it's clear that this story has left a lasting impression on its readers.
The accompanying image further adds to the sense of mystery and foreboding.
Overall, it's a captivating and unforgettable read that will appeal to fans of horror and those interested in exploring the darker side of human nature and urban life.
It's truly not easy to accurately convey the exact nature of the reading experience this book offers. Describing it as "engrossingly bad" is somewhat accurate, yet it feels a bit too general. The story involves a man who travels to Calcutta and endures a truly dreadful time, which might potentially mirror the author's own unpleasant experiences in that city. It could be argued that the entire book is an exercise in working through such unpleasantness, but this view might seem a little dismissive.
The reader discovers that the horror genre isn't really their cup of tea, yet begrudgingly admits that they woke up in the middle of the night and finished the whole book, strategically ignoring all the grumbling complaints. This description gets a little closer to capturing the essence.
To sum it up, this is not a good book. However, you might still find yourself compelled to finish it, even though the whole thing is a bit unsavoury. If you were to meet the author at a dinner party, it would likely be an awkward encounter.
The man travels to India with his family to retrieve manuscripts, only to be repulsed, hoodwinked, and roundly horrified by the place. He eventually goes nuts and seeks solace back in the west from the deep, unknowable eastern evil.
Perhaps the best way to describe it is that it's not really worth your time. But if it's the only book available in some resort and you've read everything else, then by all means give it a go.
Excellent. Dan Simmons is rapidly emerging as one of my favorite authors.
Throughout the book, I experienced a great deal of horror and sadness. However, I appreciate the fact that it is not completely consumed by despair. (Although it is quite depressing enough.) I like the way the protagonist decides to "fight back".
It is not "scary" in the traditional sense of "boo", but rather horrific in its stark portrayal of the horror lurking within the human soul.
The reason I rated this book so highly is that it functioned extremely well as a horror thriller for me.
I think there was sufficient foreshadowing to give the reader an inkling that something bad was about to occur, yet you kept hoping that what you thought might happen wouldn't. It develops into one of those thriller scenarios where you constantly think, "Oh, watch out! Be careful, don't do that!"
And yet, the author manages to be subtle enough so that it doesn't feel "pat". It also managed to grip this cynical reader deeply enough to evoke both horror and sadness.
That, for me, is crucial - immersion, and this novel definitely achieved that for me. Heck, I was on the edge of my seat throughout.
I also liked that the ending was sort of sad and senseless, just like real life sometimes is.
I will deduct one star because of Simmons' rather unbalanced portrayal of Hindu culture. Hindu culture is, of course, a rich and diverse culture with many wonderful and positive aspects, as opposed to the negative aspects highlighted in this novel.
Although this specific view might have been quite representative of a Westerner's impression of Calcutta at that time, I do believe that Mr. Simmons could have included a few more of the positive aspects of Hindu culture to balance out the negative aspects, especially those represented by, for example, the Kali cults that feature in this narrative.
ETA - In retrospect, I do think that perhaps the whole point of the horrific aspects of the situation is that the protagonist originally romanticized his Westernized wife's Indian background and was completely unprepared and ill-equipped for the realities of the situation he had to face in Calcutta. So, I suppose the whole point was for the protagonist to be naive and lack street smarts, so that at times, you actually felt like shaking him.
He, like many Westerners, seems to have been expecting India to be all incense, smiling children with beautiful dark eyes, beautiful saris, and delicious (albeit extremely spicy!) food, without being aware of the darker aspects of that alluring land. (I admit that I had not known about some of them either! I've been to Bombay, but my visit there wouldn't have prepared me for anything like some of the things the protagonist encountered in this book.)
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