If you haven’t yet heard of Gregory David Roberts or his novel Shantaram, I envy you, because this is the book you have been dreaming of. As reading experiences go, it is ludicrously rich and rewarding, taking us on a journey through the Bombay underworld – via slums, prisons, movie sets and wars – to the very core of human nature. It asks what is evil, what is love, how does greed, pride, envy, fear and faith change us. All this is delivered at a James Bond pace, with an Oscar Wilde eye and a Dickensian literary prowess. The integrity of Roberts’s voice and subtle beauty of his humanity are truly humbling to read.
Both the story and the language of Shantaram, combine the descriptive agility and poetic sensibilities of a high-minded aesthete with the gut-wrenching, sweat-soaked rawness of a hard-bitten criminal. Unsurprisingly so, as Roberts himself is (or was) both of these things. There is no doubt when turning through the pages of vividly brutal knife fights and beatings, mind-bending philosophical discussions and soul crunching moments of personal evolution, that Roberts has been there and done that himself. Where most authors use imagined situations to push their characters to the limit, Roberts delves into his own mental photo-library.
At just shy of 1000 pages, this chapter in Roberts’s incredible life story leaves you almost insane for more. And after reading the book, you know he has a hell of a lot more to tell, but how could he possibly follow this? It’s like imaging Casablanca II or Hamlet Returns. However, there is a sequel planned for release in February 2010 which sees Roberts’s alter ego Lin on another addictively compelling adventure. In fact, Shantaram is the 2nd book in a quartet that Roberts plans to write and I would bet my last rupee that the complete volume will become regarded as a classic modern literary saga.
Shantaram stands as a testament to humanity in all its expressions, whether king or criminal, and ultimately shows that we all consist of the choices we make. If this book had been written when the Voyager space shuttle was hurtled into space, this is what they should have stowed on board to inform aliens about our world today – not two records of assorted Beatles tracks and some wedding music.





