A self-acknowledged bi-sexual (he had a 10-year relationship with a French male violinist) as well as having been 'conventionally' married. He was a prominent voice in seeking the Indian government and its judiciary to overturn gay criminality. No children, he's physically in stature quite short at just 5'3". Having lived in England a lot, he took his degree in Oxford in 1975, the very same year when I myself started residing in that city.
But what I want to get on to say is that I've just finished my first re-reading of his novel-in-verse 'The Golden Gate' (referring, of course, to the 'Frisco bridge) and whose book's construction alone is an astonishing achievement - and first published in 1986 when he was just 34. Written throughout in 390 scrupulously rhymed, 14-line tetrameter stanzas it's got to be classed as a veritable tour de force - and nearly uniquely so, though Seth did take as his model the poetry of his own most revered writer, Alexander Pushkin.
The novel's story, set in S.F., is actually quite a small-scale domestic one involving a mere handful of characters, all American of both sexes, of varying temperaments and sexualities, relationships and their fallings out, arguments flaring up, reconciliations.....you get the picture. Maybe not exactly riveting in themselves, but all the time my attention was held by the author's amazing scope of vocabulary (several English words I myself had never come across!) and his perfection of rhyming all fitted into this rigid structure - and I never once put down the book without my having been repeatedly astonished at his towering literary talent. If you want a reading challenge, something you can really get your teeth into, then this is not to be overlooked. Not an easy read for sure, but its nothing less than engrossing - and, for once, it's more because of its accomplishment than for its subject matter.
Incidentally, on finishing this book a few days ago, I did as I usually do, write that day's date on the opening leaf - and I was rather agreeably and interestingly surprised that it had been exactly, to the very day, twenty years since I had first read it.
Vikram Seth is not a prolific writer in terms of the number of novels he's written so far - his even bigger love is that of poetry - and 'The Golden Gate' is one of only two of his books I've read up to now. The other one is his other major tour-de-force 'A Suitable Boy' (1993), actually longer even than 'War and Peace', I've now read it three times. Quite as epic in length as the Tolstoy, though without that Russian's amazing scenarios of large scale (Napoleonic) battles in the Emperor's hopelessly futile attempt to invade and conquer Russia, battling against not only the Russian indomitable determination to defend, but also against the elements of that country's crippling Winter (with the author's own 'aside' commentaries) - whilst all in parallel with small-scale familial relationships, romances, enmities, reconciliations etc. 'War and Peace' would, in fact, be my own favourite novel of them all. It's one which I've now read at least eight times, in three different translations. Though many (most?) say that 'Anna Karenina' is superior, I wouldn't necessarily disagree, though that particular work remains throughout written from an intimate, individually personal, perspective of its characters, whereas W & P has huge vistas of historical, political and world strategies intertwined with a range of personal, small-scale episodes all with their own private individual emotions and complications. It's a work which, once I've started to read, I want it never to stop - and it almost obliges! It would be my own choice as castaway on 'Desert Island Discs' of one single book to read for, potentially, the reminder of one's life.
'A Suitable Boy's hefty tome is set in India's middle-class milieu shortly after that country's independence from Britain, and concerns an of-age daughter to a mother who's wanting to get her married off to some 'suitable' husband, young or not so young, even though the mother doesn't yet have any specific person in mind. The daughter is resistant to her mother's interventions and has no present inclintaion to marry at all, though she does develop a friendship with a young man, stopping short of a real 'relationship' - complicated by the fact that he is Muslim, evident from his name, something to which her Hindi family would be antagonistic were they aware. What may be surprising to some, and certainly was to me, is that within the novel's 1,300+ pages, and given the writer's own life, among its many characters there's scant mention of any 'gayness' in a single one of them, male or female. Perhaps at the time of writing Seth was concerned that broaching the subject even by just slightly glancing at it, might have harmed his book's chances of being appreciated, and hence sales. I don't know, though of course in the era he was writing of, the subject would have been a great 'unmentionable' - as indeed it still is throughout vast swathes of the world. Also there's quite a significant part of the novel concerned with Indian party politics. Nevertheless, despite any shortcomings (if one may describe it as such) the story is a captivating one and a good, solid read. I am certainly inclined to read it for a fourth time.
But if the thought of embarking on either of Vikram Seth's two magna opera (yes, I had to look up this plural - of course!) does interest you, although the suggestion of reading 'A Suitable Boy' may be somewhat too daunting an ask, do please give 'The Golden Gate' a try.
Good reading and good luck!
