Château Rouge is a true romance. Chaudhuri's Paris beguiles precisely by refusing to seek approval, to charm, to conform to expectations. And the same is true of this graceful novel, so stubbornly, surprisingly, gorgeously itself. On these uncharted streets and pages, a peculiar magic starts to happen. I don’t quite know how he’s done it—but I love it.
—Clare Carlisle
With each of his novels, Amit Chaudhuri has managed to reinvent himself without ever compromising the essential pleasures of his fiction, which collapses every possible distinction between interiority and description and transforms the act of contemplation into high drama. In Château Rouge, Chaudhuri again delivers something beautiful and new. A richly textured novel that decenters Paris even as it pays careful attention to the way the city looks and feels today—right now—Château Rouge unites city symphony, psychogeography, and psychological acuity as only Chaudhuri can. I've loved Chaudhuri's writing for years, but thanks to Château Rouge I've discovered new altitudes of admiration.
—Mark Krotov
[Château Rouge] dwells on brief contacts in the Paris that is not the City of Light but rather a city of immigrants who live and work around the metro stop, Château Rouge . . . It is a novel in fragments, assembled from glimpses, an eternal present of sensations, culture discernible in what the eyes and ears find arresting.
—Michael Autrey, Booklist
Chaudhuri delights in writing about the quotidian and discovering unexpected associations between people and things . . . this unconventional, non-linear work offers an intriguing mosaic of the prosaic and the profound.
—Lucy Popescu, Financial Times
[Chaudhuri's] perceptions are a lesson in how to see a place as it is, rather than as you want it to be . . . An often drily humorous meditation on place, time, memory and history, Château Rouge is an elegant, thoughtful, and intriguing piece of work.
—Rosemary Goring, The Herald (Scotland)
A lissome, formally confident novel that comfortably shifts between introspection and action . . . . In Château Rouge, time unfolds as a succession of small, sensuous pleasures.
—Annabel Rice, Literary Review
[Chaudhuri's] very measured, almost poetic prose, which evokes more than it narrates, and the austere economy of his novels, which are one fourth the size of an average Indian novel, make him distinctive: here is a painter not of large and garish Indian murals, but of portraits in miniature of everyday life.
—Pankaj Mishra, The New York Review of Books
Chaudhuri has only one of the novelist’s qualifications, but he has it in abundance . . . he is in love with life, and with people, and he can communicate this love directly and unsentimentally. Nothing is too small or too boring for him: he defamiliarises the everyday, reinvigorates the ordinary, and makes the humdrum seem exciting.
—Jonathan Coe, London Review of Books
