Reading A House for Mr Biswas for the first time some years ago was a tremendous experience for me. In the story of Mohun Biswas -- particularly in the story of his muddled attempts to realize his aspirations -- I could see, with sometimes painful clarity, aspects of my own life and my own emotions. I could see also images of things that I knew of my father's life; and I was particularly moved when I learned later that Biswas was based loosely on the life of Naipaul's father.In Mohun Biswas, Naipaul has constructed a character, while not heroic nor particularly admirable, who embodies the struggles and desires and self-doubts that a lot of us (non-heroic and non-admirable) people experience. And Naipual has brought to his study of Biswas (and by extension to his consideration of his father's life) an extraordinary insight, one that is compassionate yet clear-sighted. I felt, after reading Biswas, that I understood myself better, more clearly, than before. No other novel I have ever read has given me this feeling to quite this extent. I would not hesitate to rank A House for Mr Biswas as the equal of the best nineteenth-century novels.