Mohun Biswas was a character to be admired for his attempts to be true to himself and not be swallowed up in his aunt's or wife's families, but he so frequently let his anger and desperation destroy his chances to actually achieve any autonomy. ( )

How to describe this book? It wasn't a hard read at all, but it was a bit tedious (for me) before all was said and done. The juxtaposition of Mr. Biswas's insecurity and pomposity, the petty intrigues of the Tulsi family, the graphic depiction of the Hindu poor in Trinidad in the early 20th century are the stars of the novel. Mohun Biswas was not a likeable character, but somehow I liked him in spite of himself. His early tribulations were not of his making, but many of his later ones were. He tried so hard to establish an identity free of all the noise around him, but in the end, the identity he established was not really accepted by anyone. He was always on the outside looking in and he never really liked what he saw. Having a house of his own was the only way he could assert himself in a world that was often out of his control. The home he finally got was as full of eccentricities and issues and problems as Mr. Biswas himself was, but somehow he found comfort with it and achieved a modicum of happiness. Beautiful writing, but damn I really like a real plot and this wasn't it. I don't regret the time it took to read it, but I can't say that it was my cup of tea. ( )

I cannot call myself an admirer or a detractor at this point. It's the only thing I've read. I did think, honestly, that he needed a good editor; I thought the book was too long by about 25-30%. It's hard when the protagonist is not entirely a likeable character. Sympathetic in many ways and interesting, to be sure, but not particularly likeable. And many--if not most--of the people in the book are the same: you understand them and can sympathize with them, but it's hard to like them. I also thought that I never really truly got to know any of them, perhaps especially Mohun.
For all the history, for all the stories, for all the interactions, I never felt like I truly understood him and for that I blame Naipaul. He was more interested in putting his characters in a situation and seeing what would happen than he was in helping me truly understand them. Even the background story about Mohun's birth and childhood didn't help. As a result, even after 560 pages, I didn't really find myself invested in the story and didn't care a great deal about any of the characters.I don't mind so much if the characters are not likeable. That I can live with. But if the author doesn't develop them fully enough for me to have some investment in what happens to them, then I don't think he's done his "job."
I guess on some level I think it's a responsibility of the author to create a world where I care what happens in some fashion to the people the story is about. Case in point: I just read a book of short stories by Rubem Fonseca. A complete change of pace; didn't find any of the characters in the stories "likeable." I'm also not a big fan of the violence that pervaded the stories. But he's a smart and clever writer and he made me care what happened to a lot of the people he wrote about. He developed them in a dozen or two dozen pages more than I truly felt Naipaul managed, even after 5. Who knows? Maybe I'm just not clever enough to "get" him. ( )

The life of Mohun Biswas was very difficult to read. His only success in life is that he marries well. Nothing else goes as planned for him. From birth, Biswas was a marked man, a hapless man. The Tulsi family he marries into is influential, but brutal towards Biswas; constantly mocking and ridiculing him. Imposter syndrome follows him wherever he goes. This was billed as a tragicomedy but I found very little to laugh about in Mr. Biswas's struggles. Every time he is on the cusp of success, something stands in his way or knocks him down. His dreams of becoming a serious journalist are dashed when no one cares about his stories unless they are sensationalized. His dreams of becoming a respected family man are wasted when even his children turn against him. The one dream he has left, to own his own house, becomes his entire life. ( )

Here's what I wrote about this read in 2008: "Mr. Biswas had it tough. He tried, but surely most often failed. His in-laws were insipid (is that too strong?). His house-building and attempt at independence, what a debacle! Insightful again into the Indian culture (in Trinidad). I should probably read another of Naipaul's books. Learned online that Mr. Biswas' story was inspired by Naipaul's father life." Turns out his wife's family was inspired by Naipaul's (highly accomplished) family. ( )