Calcutta, The City Revealed

by Geoffrey Moorhouse

Book Overview

A study of Calcutta, seat of the British Raj. It is the story of how and why Empire was created and what happened when Empire finished. This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0140095578
• ISBN13: 9780140095579
• Release Date: January 1994
• Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
• Length: 393 Pages
• Weight: 0.78 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.0" x 5.1" x 7.8"

Customer Reviews

Dated but very worthwhile

Alas, many faint-hearted tourists hit the Taj Mahal and the Red Fort, but avoid Calcutta/Kolkata like the plague. What a shame, for it is a grand city, the home of India's greatest poets, writers and philosophers. Morhouse opens his excellent book with this: Very few people have ever said anything good about Calcutta, unless they were Bengali. Churchill told his mother: I shall always be glad to have seen it - for the same reason Papa gave for being glad to have seen Lisbon - namely, that it will be unnecessary for me ever to see it again. Mark Twain thought the weather of Calcutta was `enough to make a brass doorknob mushy.' The research on the early days is excellent and the portraits of the Raj are exquisitely drawn, warts and all - and oh, what warts. Moorhouse tells us of the mixed bunch of men who had only one common trait: they believed in the rectitude of their rule. Some were arrogant - Lord Amherst who never moved from one room to another without being preceded by a column of mace bearers and, riding in the Maiden, who wouldn't allow his wife to approach closer than his horse's backside. One or two genuinely loved as was Lord Canning. The more dangerous were thickly impervious as was Lord Curzon, who wrecked almost every good thing that had preceded him the moment he arrived. Still if you wander up College Street even today, you'll find `the biggest second-hand book market in the world, shop after shop of literature for perhaps half a mile. And the bookseller will be well content with your company long after he has realized he is not going to make a sale. He is part of a climate that is as inseparable from Calcutta as the monsoon.' And this quick portrait of a stroll along the main drag: Walking under the arcade, constructed chiefly for the shelter of the British masters, you will fall into step behind a pair of Sikhs who are holding hands or who, if they are not doing that, are each, for some unfathomably Sikh reason, cradling their testicles in one careful palm as though they might suddenly drop off and go rolling down Chowringhee The book is dated, written in the late 60's and published in 1971. Not updated, it leaves Calcutta in one of its worst times. Says Moorhouse: Breugel would have been at home here. But read it for its early history and for its still valid portraits of the people and go visit one of the most fascinating cities in the world.