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Book Review - Abyss by Sabarna Roy


Author Sabarna Roy's Abyss is a quick read in the format of a short 2-act play that manages to leave a lasting impact.

In the garb of a murder mystery, Abyss raises pertinent questions around the burning issue of land procurement for the purpose of industrialization. It takes a realistic look at the plight and the resulting compromises of authors in the modern ecosystem, where the quality of one's work is not enough to catapult one to heights of success and popularity. Most importantly, Abyss impressed me with its intriguing and realistic character sketches.

It leaves the reader with questions - how do we deal with indelible scars from the past? What prices do we pay for our ascent and how hard can we fall? How far down the abyss do our lust and our craving for power drive us?  When do relationships that we treasured till the other day, don't matter any more?

Kudos to the author Sabarna Roy! I look forward to reading his other books.
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