In all, Mr Biswas lived for six years at The Chase, years so squashed by their own boredom and futility that they could be comprehended in one glance.
How terrible it would have been, Mr. Biswas thinks, "to have lived and died as one had been born, unnecessary and unaccommodated."
Naipaul had good reason to accommodate Mohun Biswas in his full necessity... A multigenerational novel of father and son might bend all the way from the rural poverty of Seepersad's origins...
I thought often of "A House for Mr. Biswas" while reading Amitava Kumar's new novel, "My Beloved Life" (Knopf).
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