THE CLAY TOY-CART: MRCHCHAKATIKAM BY SHUDRAKA (TRANSLATED FROM THE SANSKRIT BY PADMINI RAJAPPA)

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BOOK NAME: THE CLAY TOY-CART: MRCHCHAKATIKAM

AUTHOR NAME: SHUDRAKA (TRANSLATED FROM THE SANSKRIT BY PADMINI RAJAPPA)

GENRE: HISTORICAL FICTION 

PUBLISHER: PENGUIN INDIA




BOOK REVIEW

The Clay Toy-Cart is a beautiful, heart-rending story translated from Shudraka's most famous Sanskrit classical play, Mrchchakatikam. I didn’t know what to expect from the book when I opened it at first, but it took me by surprise from the very beginning. After reading a Shakespearean novel years ago, I have now returned to reading drama. And it felt so good to read something apart from regular fiction.


The beautiful and rich courtesan Vasantasena is bewitched by the smart and compassionate Charudatta, even though he is married and very much in love with his wife, Dhuta. While everyone in the town tries their luck pursuing Vasantasena, she rejects every advance, openly displaying her love for Charudatta. Everything seems to unfold well like a fairy tale, until one messes up, which lands both of them in unexpected trouble. But will love prevail over evil? That is the moral of this memorable tale.


Firstly, this is one of the most flawless and well-written plays I have read in a long while. Though it was originally written in Sanskrit, the story feels comparable to classic literature from anywhere in the world. The female characters are headstrong and very well portrayed. While the concept of taking multiple wives didn’t appeal to me much, given the period in which it was written, it didn’t feel so awkward. I just wish the relationship between Charudatta and Dhuta had been given equal limelight as well, if not more.


There were moments of fun and banter, wit and sarcasm, love and longing and only during the last two acts the story takes a disastrous turn. I loved how every seemingly insignificant moment snowballed into a bigger issue, with all the dots connecting at the end. The translation is one of the best and everyone should definitely try this book. 



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