
The author wearing cowboy accessories, much like Vikram in his novel
by Sam Bright
Gregory David Roberts is no ordinary author. His own life story, much of which is apparently a matter of public record, is quite fantastic: a budding Australian academic with anarchist tendencies, the collapse of his marriage saw him turn to heroin and a rather quaint (if deplorable) spell as ‘The Gentleman Bandit’, politely staging hold-ups with a plastic gun to feed his habit. Needless to say, on capture he was sentenced to a long spell in prison, and after breaking the rules found himself in solitary confinement. Unable to bear the hardships of prison life, he escaped and fled to Mumbai.
This back story sets the scene for his novel Shantaram. Roberts insists that the novel is fiction, and not an autobiography: this is not hard to believe. Lin, the narrator and protagonist, is embroiled in a quite improbable world of poverty, organized crime, Afghan insurgency, love, redemption and, most implausibly, survival. Yet the line between fact and fiction is quite evidently blurred. Lin shares the same background as the author: up to his arrival in Mumbai, there is no reason to consider the book anything other than biographical.
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