In these ironic and intertextual times, Saikat Majumdar’s novel, The Firebird, dares to bring back the scope and sprawl of colossal tragedy. Heartbreaking and shocking in equal parts, it is a book that propels us into a cathartic reading. Set in the dying world of Calcutta’s commercial playhouses in the ’80s, a sense of theatre pulsates through this literary page-turner. Ten-year-old Ori’s doomed love and longing for his mother—a stage actress of great repute and splendour—deludes us into a moral slipperiness. As with all questions of morality, it is a matter of choice, impelled at first by the confused naivete of a hurting child and then becoming something darker post innocence.