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Book Review: Liberty or Death by Patrick French

March 31, 2011 1 comment



Title: Liberty of Death
Author: Patrick French
Publisher: Penguin Press
Source: Publisher
PP: 496 pages
ISBN: 9780241950401
Price: £12.99
Rating: 5/5

It has been extremely difficult to find an unbiased book written on the history of independence of the sub-continent. Primarily based on the British intelligence reports (declassified in the mid 1990s), French meets this gap. He depicts well historical Gandhi, Patel, Jinnah, Bose and Nehru. He also depicts well the then British leaders.

According to a 1945 map (included in the book), princely states constituted close to half of India while British India was the remaining half. When the leaders were busy in liberating British India, it was only Patel who was planning for the fate of the princely states.

While Gandhi was more of an anti-modernization Hindu saint, Jinnah and Nehru were modern and secular. Another secular leader Bose was the only one who understood the possibility of removing the British rule by force as the British constituted significantly less than one percent of the Indian military. The British leaders also understood this and they agreed for Indian independence when Bose already began to attract many native military to revolt. The role of Gandhi’s non-violence movement seems to have impacted very little.

Jinnah is depicted as the most intellectual type leader of his time. After failing to convince his Congress colleagues for the protection of minority interests including interests of Muslims, Sikhs and low-caste Hindus, he was pushed to join the Muslim League movement for Pakistan. The League was created in Dacca and the Pakistan proposal was formally presented by Fazlul Haque (a Bengali leader) at a Lahore meeting. Pakistan movement was primarily carried out by Muslim leaders of North India and Bengal while leaders (like Sikender H. Khan of Punjab, Abdul Gaffur Khan of NWFP, the leader of Sind, and others) of what is Pakistan today actually opposed the idea of Pakistan. When the British accepted the idea of Pakistan in Muslim majority states of British India, it was Patel and his close associate Menon who were primarily responsible for the partition of Bengal and Punjab. Jinnah, the supreme Muslim League leader at that time) was given the choice of taking or loosing a truncated Pakistan. Nehru’s personal relationship with the family of Mountbatten also contributed to the decision. As part of the deal Mountbatten became the first governor general of independent India! Shortly after independence, Mountbatten helped Patel to take over one after another the majority of the princely states. Unlike Nehru and his descendants, Patel never cared for higher position. He worked behind the scene for greater interest of independent India and he is the real father of the nation.

To be consistent, French’s interviews with people from all the three countries should have resulted in some remarks on the later generation of leaders including Indira Gandhi, Bhutto, and Mujib. He tactfully remained away from making any prediction over the future of the sub-continent.

Although the subcontinent is similar to Europe in having many languages and ethnic groups, unlike Europe, India was more or less one country for most of its history including the Hindu, Buddhist and Muslim periods. The creation of Pakistan and Bangladesh did not make their people better of than the people of India. Certainly, the minority elites are better off. But the vast majority of the people are worse off. It is high time to think about a united India with full state/provincial autonomy. History needs to repeat soon. This way the problems of military conflicts, management of major watershed of the Himalayas including Farakka, and high overhead costs of central governance can be minimized.

An Interview with Peter James

March 31, 2011 2 comments

In the past couple of months, I have read a lot of Peter James’ Books and been captivated by the mystery webs he weaves and embroils you in them. I had the great fortune of meeting him and interviewing him in person. He is a man to meet for sure. Funny and at the same time thoughtful. He knows what he does and what he wants from his writing. Without any further waiting, here is my interview with Peter James:

1.     Why crime fiction in particular?  

I wanted to write crime novels from the age of 11, when I read my first Sherlock Holmes story.  I was blown away  by the powers of observation of this amazing detective and decided that one day I would try to create a detective who was as clever as Holmes.  I am fascinated by human nature, why we do the things that we do and I think the best way to observe the world is through the eyes of the police.  During a career in the police force the average officer will see almost every facet of the human condition – from violence to tragedy to comedy.  From wealth to poverty.  From good people to totally evil people.  I think what is forgotten is how many of the greatest writers of the past wrote what we could today term “crime genre”,  For instance over half of Shakespeare’s plays contain trial scenes!  Look at the works of some of the greatest writers of the past.  Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment for instance is a great crime novel! Go right back to the Greeks – all those tragedies were “crime” of a sort.  The last work of Charles Dickens was a crime novel.

In addition, I find the law and the whole criminal world fascinating. There is no question in my mind that the police are the glue that holds civilised life together. 

2.     From writing for films to producing them to writing books. How has the journey been so far? 

I think I have learned a great deal from my start in life as a scriptwriter which helps me to write engaging novels.   In screenwriting there are three invisible words in the mind of the author all the way through the process.  Three very simple words:  WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?  It is almost like a mantra.  For me the biggest lessons I have learned from film and TV production are pacing and intercutting more than anything else.  I love using a technique of intercutting between different characters and converging storylines, which is a very cinematic technique and I have always loved reading novels constructed in this way.  There is a different experience between film and TV in that because the audience is captive, films can afford to start more slowly than TV dramas.   I worked for a time on a sitcom in the US and learned a big lesson from that:  In a sitcom the US rule is that you must have a laugh every 12 seconds, because they figure otherwise they will lose their audience.  I have translated this into my crime writing – not a laugh every twelve seconds, obviously, but the realization that to keep my readers interested and hooked, I need to constantly surprise them.  Laughter and fear are very close emotions and they compliment each other. You laugh to shrug off fear.  Then when the laughing stops, the fear is even worse.  Many of the greatest crime thriller novels and films have humour in them – Silence Of The Lambs is a great example of this.  Polanski’s early film, Cul De Sac is a wonderful example of tension, terror and pure comedy.

But above all the great joy of writing a novel compared to writing a script or a screenplay is this:  With a movie or tv production you are part of a huge committee-like process, where a whole bunch of different people all lay claim to the finished product.  You have two or three producers each claiming it is their movie!  The director claims it is his.  The Director Of Photography claims it is his film because without him, it would be nothing.  Your 2/3/4 lead actors each claim that really it is their film.  The Production Designers says it is his or her film!  The editor claims it is his film.  The composer says the film would have been rubbish without the music.  And so on….   You end up with a compromise on almost every film, because creatively they are one long fight from beginning to end.   With a novel it is totally different – it is just me!  I don’t have to change one single word, if I don’t feel like it.  And I love that!

 3.     Is detective Grace modeled on someone you know?

 Having read several of my earlier thrillers, in which I had increasing amounts of police involvement, in 2001 the publishers, Macmillan approached me through my agent and asked if I would consider creating a new fictional detective character, with a view to writing a crime series for them.

I thought very hard about all the fictional detectives currently around, and there seemed to be common issues between many of them – an almost universal theme:  An alcohol problem and a broken marriage.  Yet in my experience, no detective with a drink problem would last two days24 hours in today’s modern police world.  It just would not happen.  I decided to take a completely different approach:

Fifteen years ago I had been introduced to a young Detective Inspector called David Gaylor, a rising star in Sussex CID.  I went into his office and found it full of plastic crates bulging with manila folders.  I asked him he was moving offices and he replied with a sardonic smile:  “No, these are my dead friends.”

I thought for some moment that I had met a total weirdo!  Then he explained to me that in additional to his current homicide investigation work, he had been tasked with reopening cold cases and applying new forensic developments to them.  He said something that really touched me:  “Each of theses crates contains the principal case files of an unsolved murder:  I am the last chance each of the victims has for justice, and I am the last chance each of their families have for closure.”

I loved the deeply human aspects of this man.  During his work hHe saw the most terrible sights imaginable (and unimaginable) during his work, yet he retained a calm gentle humanity – and it is this aspect thatthis aspect is one of the key characteristics of almost every homicide detective I have met:  They are calm, kind and very caring people.  In very many cases they develop a close relationship with the victim’s loved ones, and solving the crime becomes personal to them.  It is the reason why so often, even years after they have from the force, that many detectives still continue to work away on any case they could not solve during their career.

FBI founder, J Edgar Hoover, said:  “No greater honour will ever be bestowed on an officer, nor a more profound duty imposed on him, than when he or she is entrusted with the investigation of the death of a human being.”

At this first encounter with DI David Gaylor, he asked me about the novel I was then working on, and immediately started coming up with creative suggestions involving the policing aspects – and other aspects too.  I realized that to be a good homicide investigator you had to have not only a very analytical mind, but also a very creative one.  This is because the solving of every major crime is a massive puzzle, usually with a key bit missing.  

From that day onwards, I would discuss the plots of my next novels in advance with him .  At the time Macmillan approached me to create a fictional detective, David had risen to become Detective Chief Superintendent in Sussex Police, in charge of Major Crime Reviews.  I asked him how he would feel about becoming a fictional character – and he loved the idea!  He now reads every hundred pages as I am writing, and gives me his view on how a real detective in Roy Grace’s position would think. 

However, there are two more key aspects to Roy Grace’s character:  The first is his missing wife, Sandy:  Twelve years ago I attended a Police open day at the Missing Person’s Helpline offices in London, and learned a staggering 230,000 people are reported missing in the UK every year.  Most turn up again within a few days, but if they have not reappeared within 30 days almost certainly they are gone for good.  There are currently 11,500 people classified as permanently missing in the UK.  So where are they?  Some have run off with lovers; some have faked their disappearances and reinvented themselves elsewhere, often in another country.  Some have had accidents or committed suicide and their bodies have never been found.  But some, for sure, some have been abducted, and either murdered, or being held captive somewhere – such as in a crazed Austrian’s cellar.   Whatever the mystery, there is one common denominator:  The loved ones they leave behind are left without closure.

 When we first meet Roy Grace, in Dead Simple, he is approaching his 39th birthday and we learn that 9 years earlier on his 30th birthday, his wife, Sandy, who he loved and adored, had suddenly vanished without trace.  Although continuing to function as an effective homicide detective, all his free time has been spent in a fruitless quest to discover what has happened to her.  Has she been kidnapped and murdered in an act of retribution by some past criminal he has encountered?  Has she had an accident?  Lost her memory?  He has had no girlfriend subsequently and his private life is at a standstill, in total limbo.  He has tried every avenue, even resorting to mediums, and at one point has come under suspicion himself.  During the series progressesRoy finally falls in love again, with the gorgeous Cleo who runs the Brighton and Hove mortuary.  As their relationship progresses progresses towards marriage, and Cleo becomes pregnant with their child, Roy decides, finally, to have Sandy declared legally dead.  But then we start to learn a different aspect of the relationship between Roy and Sandy – and that perhaps she is not dead after all, but alive and angry…

The second key aspect to Roy Grace’s character is his open-minded attitude to the paranormal.  This is not just in his searching for Sandy, but his willingness to turn to the occult when desperate on a case.  I have come to realize that being open-minded to absolutely everything is a key aspect to beingattribute of an effective  good homicide detective.  The use of mediums by police in the USA is far more openly commonplace than it is here – but I have met many UK police officers, at all levels from Chief Constables down, who are more than prepared to talk to any sensible medium who claims to have information.  As one said to me:  “If I am in a desperate situation and all else has failed, I would be derelict in my duties if I failed to listen to a medium who claimed to have information.”

4.     Where do you get your ideas from?  How do you manage to keep pace with the latest technology depicted in your books?

The starting point for any of my novels can be triggered by anything.  The first Roy Grace book, Dead Simple, was inspired by the brutal and sometimes really dangerous things that men do to each other on pre-wedding stag night parties, combined with my fascination about premature burial.   The second, Looking Good Dead, was inspired after I was asked by a police surgeon in Brighton to study a piece of footage in a video seized by the police that showed a teenage girl being stabbed to death.  He wanted to know if it was real or if she was acting.  It was real for sure, and opened my eyes to the horrific world of snuff movies.  The third, Not Dead Enough I wrote about one of the world’s fastest growing crimes – identity theft.  The fourth, Dead Man’s Footsteps combined two subjects I wanted to write about:  The dream of so many people to fake their disappearance and create a new identity and life in a different country, and the horror of New York on the day of 9-11.  The fifth, Dead Tomorrow was inspired by an approach I had with a famous documentary maker, who had been trying to make a documentary on the sinister world trade in human organs.  She discovered that in Columbia, some organized criminals were making more money from the trafficked organs of street kids they murdered, than from drugs – she sent two researchers there and they were both murdered.  She then gave me all her research material to write the story as fiction. 

The most current, Dead Like You was inspired by a really chilling rape case:   I was at a lecture four years ago given by the Senior Investigating Officer on serial rape case:  Between 1983 – 1987 a man in South Yorkshire, England, dubbed The Rotherham Shoe Rapist brutally raped a series of women in the Rotherham and Barnsley area.  He would strike late at night as they were leaving pubs or nightclubs, truss them up, and after he had finished, would take their shoes as trophies.  Suddenly, he stopped offending, and the trail went cold. 

In 2003 a woman in the Rotherham area was stopped for drink-driving and as is standard procedure, her DNA was taken.  There was a familial – partial – match with the rapist.  The police went to see her and asked her if she had a brother.  She replied that she did, James Lloyd, but he could not possible be their man as he was a very successful and respectable businessman.  When the police had gone she phoned her brother and told him about this strange visit.  That night he tried to hang himself in his garage.

James Lloyd was 47, nice looking, the manager of a large printing company, a freemason, married with two kids who adored him, and generally a pillar of his community.  When they police raided his office the next day, they found a trapdoor beneath the carpet, under which was a cache of 126 stiletto heeled shoes in cellophane.

I was captivated by this story – because I found it so chilling.  I’ve always been fascinated by how the most seemingly normal  people often are the most monstrous criminals.  The UK’s worst ever serial killer, Dr Harold Shipman, being a classic example, but there are many more.  James Lloyd fitted this mold exactly.  I was also interested to explore how attitudes in the police toward rape have change dramatically in the past decade, yet still rape has an appalling clear-up rate, large because so few victims actually report it.  The clear-up rate for murder in the UK is 98%, for rape it is just 6&.

I also realized by having two time frames in the book – now and 12 years back, I would have the opportunity to show a little more of Roy Grace’s life when he was with Sandy, before she disappeared – and also to show for the first time, a little of their live together through her eyes…

My novels tend to be very research driven as well as character driven.  I spend a average one day a week out with the police, and my original ideas get shaped by my experiences I have during the researching.  Central to each book is the main character I create, and what he or she would do in the circumstances in which they are placed.

In terms of how I keep pace with technology:  In a number of ways.  First, I am a regular visitor to the fasted grown division in Sussex CID – and in all Police forces – the High Tech Crime Unit.  Secondly I’ve always had an interest in technology, so avidly keep up to speed.  I’m a bit of a sad gadget freak, so I always have to have the latest laptop, the latest iPad, etc….and of course as a writer I’m enormously interested in social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter, firstly to see the new forms of communication between people, but equally importantly, new ways of communicating with my fans.

5.     What is the most rewarding aspect of being a novelist and what is the worst?

The most rewarding thing of all is to see my books on the bestseller lists.  It was a fantastic thrill last year when I had three No 1s – the hardback and paperback of Dead Like You and my novella, The Perfect Murder No 1 on iBooks.  The worst is bad reviews.  Lots of writers will tell you they don’t read reviews, but in my experience they are lying.  We all do.  And bad ones really hur

6.     Future of E-Reading and do you think it will impact the world of physical books?

Well I guess I’ve had more experience than most authors in this terrain, because in 1994 Penguin published one of my novels, Host, on two floppy discs (as well as in print) as an experiment, billing it “The World’s First Electronic Novel.”   There has been a lot of fear about ebooks, and there is of course justification in this because of the fear of piracy and the terrible damage done to the record industry, but I think this is different with books and the culture is different.  Many people, for the forseeable future will continue to read printed books.  But for others it has opened up huge new potential for reading.  For instance one of my fans is a soldier out in Afghanistan.  Thanks to his Kindle he can take dozens of books with him out on operations in the desert, which he could never have done before as he could not have physically carried them.  I have had dozens of emails from fans who have bought my recent novels electronically, but who tell me they have also bought the hardcover version to have on their bookshelves as collector items.  Personally, although I have almost all of the e-reader gadgets, in general I much prefer to hold a printed book in my hand.

7.     Describe Roy Grace for us… 

I was once asked to sum him up in three words, and I chose Caring, Unconventional, Sharp.  Many children have “invisible” friends and I guess as an adult Roy Grace is my “invisible” friend!  He’s the kind of guy I would have for a good friend, someone I can rely on, who never panics, who is interested and curious about everything, someone gentle deeply incisive about the world and people.  He gets angry at the same things I get angry about, particularly corruption, bad planning decisions, the terrible state of Brighton’s hospital.  If I to had to be stranded on a desert island with someone, he’s the person I’d choose!   

8.     Advice to Debut Crime Writers 

I believe in a crucial trinity of character, plot and research, in all fiction, but research is especially important in crime fiction, because the world of the police is unique, they have their own culture, their own procedures and in turn their own way of looking at the world.  People read books first and foremost to find out what happens to characters they become engaged with.  That is the first step with a debut crime novel – instantly engaging characters.  Second is to put them into a situation that leaves the reader gasping, and wondering how they will get out of it.  Thirdly is to imbue the story with a veracity that can only come from good research.

  I don’t believe good writers can be taught, although I think their technique can be helped.  My most important recommendation to any person who wants to write novels of any kind is to read, read and read.  Particularly the kind of novels they would like to write – and to deconstruct them, literally – and work out what made them like this or that particular book.  How did the writer get them hooked… how did the writer make them care for the characters….  It is impossible to stress this enough.

9.     Why is crime writing so underplayed and often ignored?

I think, as I have answered above, that crime writing is the most important and powerful literary genre for all people who want to have a gripping read, and a thrilling ride, but want at the end of the book to feel they have learned something of value, about human nature, about the world we live in.  There is a lot of literary snobbism, and I’m sure in part that comes out of jealousy.  Crime fiction, combined with thrillers, cover a quarter of all fiction novels sold in the UK and in many other countries.  Writers of literary fiction, which rarely sells in remotely similar quantities tend to dismiss crime novelists as people who have sold out to the devil!  I think they are very misguided.  Crime novels sell because they are quality fiction of a kind that people want to read.

10.  Thoughts on being the #1 bestseller…

For some years my novels always got to No 2 but I could not get past certain writers, such as John Grisham and James Patterson.  My publisher used to say “I don’t like No 2” although I was pretty pleased with it!  Then I did get past them and kept both Grisham and Patterson from getting to No 1 and suddenly I understood what my publisher meant!  There is no greater feeling in the world that I could have, than to see my books on that Number 1 slot – to be on the very pinnacle – it must be what a mountaineer feels to have reached the summit of Everest!

11.  Peter as a writer

I would write even if I was never paid a penny (but please don’t tell my publishers that!!!)  It is in my blood.  I started writing when I was seven and I have never stopped.  I love to create characters, to tell stories, and to research.  I’m never happier than when I am at my desk writing – and particularly at 6pm when I have my vodka martini!!!

12.  Peter as a reader

I was lucky, because my father was an avid reader, consuming several books a week and he started taking me to libraries from a very early age.  I’m a compulsive reader – I read everything around me, even what is written on cornflake packs if there is nothing else!  I always read books but authors I don’t know that feature prominently on the bestseller lists, and some literary fiction that has been acclaimed, and of course a huge amount of non-fiction.  I am always looking for a novel which I put down at the end and think “Wow, wish I had written that!”  Among my constant companions on my desk are a wonderful research tool – a heavy tome  titled “Practical Homicide Investigation” by Vernon J Geberth.   But I have to be careful who looks at it.  Many of its hundreds of crime scene photographs are pretty grim.  I’ve seen people nearly keel over after peering into it!

Here are my reviews of Peter James’  Books:

Dead Like You
Not Dead Enough

Looking Good Dead
Dead Simple

All these books can be bought here on Flipkart

An Interview with Brinda S. Narayan on Bangalore Calling

March 31, 2011 1 comment

So here is another short interview with Bangalore Calling author, Brinda S. Narayan. You can read the review here

1.     
Why a book on the Outsourcing Industry?

I was working as a quality consultant with a few call centres and one of our key tasks was to sift agent voices on a scale ranging from ‘neutral’ to ‘high-MTI’ (high mother-tongue-influenced). And like Yvette, the Anglo Indian trainer in my book, I was seized by a vague discomfort by what we were doing. Surely, I thought, there must be psychological repercussions on agents as well as larger but more intangible social losses. I decided to take a sabbatical and study the phenomenon. Bangalore Calling is the outcome of my research.

2.      What is your opinion on the BPO Sector as it is today?

The sector has evolved like many other sectors on a high-growth trajectory. It’s certainly generating a remarkable number of jobs, by directly employing people as well as through secondary services to the industry.  And many centres are also offering higher-end services providing greater growth opportunities. But we should be aware that all these gains come with losses, and so while we sustain the gains, we also need to temper the costs.

3.      You know I have met so many people who think that the Call Centre Industry is not the right fit for a career. Why do you think that happens and how have you tried to incorporate and may be demolish this view through your book?

The job, like any other job, would be the right fit for some people and not for others. Some agents that I interviewed had gained vastly in confidence, with the newly-acquired speech becoming a passport into terrains that were inaccessible earlier. Others had become more self-conscious about speaking in their mother-tongue or in a mother-tongue-influenced accent.  I don’t think I tried to demolish any particular view about the industry, but perhaps I tried to highlight issues that most people weren’t thinking of.

4.      Brinda’s Top 10 Books

I do read a lot, so it’s difficult for me to create a top 10 list. I have many favorites and they’ve all been vastly inspiring in many ways. Anyway, here are some favorites in no particular order:

Kazuo Ishiguro – Never Let Me Go

Margaret Atwood – Oryx and Crake, The Handmaid’s Tale

Philip Roth – American Pastoral

Amitav Ghosh – The Glass Palace

Sunil Gangopadhyay – First Light

I also read lots of non-fiction.

Arlie Hochschild – The Managed Heart (her work on emotional labor was a huge inspiration for this book), The Second Shift

Sudhir Kakar – The Indian Psyche

Ashish Nandy – The Intimate Enemy

Ramachandra Guha – India after Gandhi

5.      If Brinda ever had to be a call centre head, the first 3 things that she would do?

I would sensitize trainers and the HR department about existing accent hierarchies and how such biases can be pernicious to victims. The onus of ‘satisfying customers’ does not rest with frontline employees alone, though they’re often the ones who have to withstand the brunt of customer emotions – and organizations need to be sensitive to that.

6.      What kind of research went through during the writing of the book?

My research was very intense. I interviewed 70 agents across three centres, I visited and interviewed several agent families. I spent several nights on call floors, listening into hundreds of live calls. I transcribed an entire two week training program. I had several notebooks filled with material before I started working on this book.

7.      Why Uncle Sam on the cover?

Uncle Sam was most famously on U.S. wartime posters with the caption, “I Want You.” Since Bangalore Calling deals with globalization and its consequences, and in particular the Americanization of call centre agents, I think the image depicts the phenomenon very aptly.

Book Review: Beside the Sea by Veronique Olmi

Title: Beside the Sea
Author: Veronique Olmi
Publisher: Peirene Press
ISBN: 9780956284020
Price: £8.99
Source: Publisher
Genre: Translated Work, French Fiction, Novella, Literary Fiction
PP: 111 Pages
Rating: 5/5

What would drive a mother to kill her own children? Why would she do that? Which mother ever does that? What must be the situation or circumstance that propelled such behaviour? I had these questions raging in my mind, when I read about 3 weeks ago in the local newspaper, that a woman had flung her 2 children – aged 6 and 11 years old and then took the path of suicide herself. She could not handle the stress at home and her husband wasn’t supportive of her choices either. I stared at her picture for the longest time and then it struck me that I studied with her. She was almost my classmate. We knew each other. I had once upon a time laughed with her. I could not get her out of my head for the longest time and she still lingers there somehow.

The reason I mentioned all of this is when I started reading, “Beside the Sea”, my thoughts time and again centred on her and her children. The book is about a nameless mother and her two children Stan and Kevin and their trip beside the sea. The story is set in a nameless town – grey and dark and full of rain and mud. There is no mention of any colour in the entire book and may be that is how it is supposed to be, given the plot and the atmosphere. Well the story hinges on the two day trip and aftermath. I had to give the spoiler away since I had to mention what I was going through and what I had experienced.

This is no joyful jaunt to sun, surf and sand. Instead, we discover a deeply disturbed mother, already on the edge, afraid for the life of poverty and exclusion that she fears her boys are destined to lead. Determined to give them at least one happy memory, she takes them on a holiday that she cannot afford and has not properly planned.

We are introduced to the two little boys, Stan and Kevin, through the eyes of their mother allowing us to develop a proxy parental concern for them. The story is told from within their mother’s mind but she remains nameless, allowing us to feel empathy for her while still keeping her at arms distance.

Seeing the experiences of this family through the eyes of the boys gives a sense of wonder and delight, but the covering veil of the mother’s thoughts and emotions and the constant presence of rain give the story a continual sense of darkness that leads to a disharmony – a sense that something is not quite right.

My head was empty when I finished reading this book. I don’t know why. I know and yet the book shook me in several ways, ways I did not think it was capable of. The book takes you by surprise (or may be by shock?) and manages to make you think long after you have finished reading the book. I thought the translation was perfect considering it was originally written in French by Veronique Olmi. The writing is perfect, neither too less and nor too much – anyway that’s how a novella should be written, isn’t it? I did not want to know more at the end of it. I was satisfied. I have had a roller-coaster of an emotional ride while reading this beautiful work. So must you.  

You can purchase the book here on Flipkart

Book Review: What the Body Remembers by Shauna Singh Baldwin

March 29, 2011 1 comment

Title: What the Body Remembers
Author: Shauna Singh Baldwin
ISBN: 9788129117472
Genre: Fiction
Publisher: Rupa and Co. 
PP: 626 pages
Price: Rs. 395
Source: Publisher
Rating: 5/5

The book tells a story which resonates deeply with my own views; being a middle-ground-sort of person in a world that forces people to take sides is tough, especially if you were a woman, and were not afraid to speak out.

Ms. Baldwin’s writing is beautiful; sometimes I paused and re-read a paragraph or a sentence just to admire how she describes things and tells her story. Sentences like, “Afterwards, she can return to her room, moon-shadow crawling like a lowly untouchable along his bungalow walls,” immersed me in the irony of Roop’s situation as the second wife; she was needed and wanted, but received only a “look from the corner of her husband’s eyes,” in return.

The character Sardarji came to me as patriarchy personified. Kind and generous, but for all his education, could never truly understand his wives. His adherence to British education and standards, which caused him to forget the “music of the dilruba” and resulted in his refusal to listen to Satya’s views, was also reminiscent of the rigidity of the patriarchal society.

For most of the book, my favorite character was Satya. She was so strong and fearless. I love how she questioned the gap between the intention of Sikhs to treat women as equals and the reality of women not being valued or treated the same as men. The following passage is such a good example of how Satya’s wishes express the struggle between the reality and her wishes for it:

Surely, there will come a time when just being can bring izzat in return, when a woman will be allowed to choose her owner, when a woman will not be owned, when love will be enough payment for marriage, children or no children, just because her shakti takes shape and walks the world again. What she wants is really that simple.

Towards the end of the book, all of the characters worlds are rocked by the religious divisions between Hindus, Sikhs, and Muslims which intensify as the departing British prepare to divide the land into India and Pakistan.

During this period, I especially appreciated the growth in Roop. She goes from being timid to finally finding her voice and having the courage to stand alone. Throughout the book, I really HATED Sardarji. On some level, I could sympathize with is struggle to rise in the British government that was in India. However, I felt so angry with him for how he treated Satya and I did not fully understand or appreciate his need to take a second wife. Towards the end of the book, there is a powerful scene at a train station in which the iciness in my heart for Sardarji began to defrost

Closing the back cover, I cannot help but ponder about the ending. Even though this novel is set in 1937 India, the story rings true with religious disputes everywhere, forcing moderate people to take sides. Watching extreme religious groups enforcing their prejudices and judgments with violence makes me wonder, what would stop the tragedy in this book from happening in my country?

Book Review: Playground – Rangbhoomi by Premchand


Title:
Playground: Rangbhoomi
Author: Premchand
Translator: Manju Jain
Publisher: Penguin India
ISBN: 9780143102113
Extent: 692pp
Format: Paperback (Demy)
Source: Publisher
Price:  Rs. 500

I had not read a single book by Premchand (or Munshi Premchand, as he was known) till I read Rangbhoomi. I had read a one-off story in school (since we had a story by him as a part of the syllabus) and that was that. Nothing more than that as he never sparked my interest when it came to either Basha Literature or the fact that I found his works too depressing and rustic. I was at a stage in my life when probably the world literature influences were heavier than the Indian ones. Till lately, my interest varied and I wanted to read something by him. I have read a lot of Indian Literature; however we belong to the generation sadly of translations and must make do with them. Here, I would like to give full-credit to the translator of this work, Manju Jain for providing us with this gem of a work.

Translating a work is not easy. There are times when maybe you miss out on the finer details that the original work intended to communicate to its readers. However, thankfully so that is not the case with this translation, owing to the fact that the translator is also an Indian. Rangbhoomi as a novel is complex – it has many layers to it which take time to unfold and come to the surface. The title itself means, “The arena of life” – which is so apt to the entire book. It is life playing itself in its arena and in many shapes, forms and emotions.

At over 700 pages, Rangbhoomi is a big book and yet it satisfies the reader in ways one cannot even begin to fathom. The plot of the book is simple as the case is in most Premchand’s works: Oppression of the working classes, namely in Rural India, which would mean – the farmers. We encounter the blind Surdas and his chronicle from life to death and the hardships he suffers on the account of his place in the society – that of a farmer.

Munshiji has been the hallmark of Indian Literature. Right from Godan (The Gift of a Cow) to the short story Kafan (Shroud), his penmanship skills have been brilliant and long-lasting in the memory of his readers. The narrative of Premchand is biting – it makes you think and wonder about the caste system that still exists in our country in hamlets and villages. May be a change will come someday. It ought to.

Book Review: The Ask by Sam Lipsyte


Title:
The Ask
Author: Sam Lipsyte
Publisher: Picador USA
ISBN: 9780312680633
PP: 304 Pages
Source: Publisher
Price: $15.00
Rating: 5/5

The Ask is a weird novel to find yourself really enjoying–it’s like getting punched in the face and laughing about it. It’s hilarious and dead serious at the same time; on one page you laugh out loud, only to be soberly put in your place on the next by the pitiless resentment and biting cynicism that plagues Milo, Lipsyte’s hapless protagonist, who gets fired from his job at the development office of a Manhattan university after mouthing off to an overly entitled student. Then there’s all the other failure in Milo’s life–the failure to be a successful painter, son, husband, and father–and the added burden when his college friend Purdy (the picture of wealth and success) comes out of the past with a particularly awkward proposition for him.

An early review at the Quarterly Conversation has called The Ask “another unrelenting tour de force of black bile…there is no cushy fictional distance between the world [Lipsyte:] describes and the world he inhabits.” But even though The Ask ends on the most unnerving note possible–and regardless of whether or not you’re repelled by Milo’s view that “stories were like people…we pretended they all counted, but almost none of them did,” you at least realize (as Milo does) the guilt-inducing fact that there are always people worse off than you, that no matter how low you think you’ve gone, there are things to feel lucky for. “Everybody wanted to get home,” Milo reminisces after he hits rock bottom at his childhood home in New Jersey, where his lesbian mother lives with her longtime lover. “Home could be a ruined place, joyless, heaped with the ashes of scorched hearts, but come evening everybody hustled to get there.” A concrete sense of home is what Milo apparently seeks the most, but ultimately he wants a life free of illusions about what “home” really means.

What really won me over in The Ask was not only the razor-sharp writing–phrases like “sexagenarian whippersnappers” and “greeting card ontology” are abundant–but Lipsyte’s equally razor-sharp observations about the absurd truths of American life: of the spoiled, uber-connected kids at the university (“they were happy, or seemed happy, or maybe they were blogging about how they seemed happy”); the purgatorial middle class existence he is destined never to leave (“We still did not own the devices that let you skip the commercials. Would we always be part of the slow television movement?”); the satirical, misguided manifestos of child daycare centers; and the sobering realities embodied by war veterans. The Ask avoids tempering the bitterness that comes with all this; instead, it stews in it, even embraces it. It’s sort of exhilarating to finish the book seeing Milo “digging in for the long night of here.”If he gains anything, it will be peace…maybe

Book Review: Where the Dog Star Never Glows: Stories by Tara L. Masih

March 29, 2011 2 comments


Title:
Where the Dog Star Never Glows
Author: Tara L. Masih
Publisher: Press 53
Genre: Short Stories
ISBN: 9780982576052
PP: 143
Price: $14.00
Source: The Author
Rating: 5/5

So here is the deal: I think it is very difficult to write a short story than a novel and it is true. A Novel probably has more life than a story and for an author to successfully manage to engrain a story in the reader’s head is a task of great proportions. I for one love the short story reading as a genre. What I most enjoy is the writer’s capability to say it all in a span of say three pages or sometimes even lesser than that. Someone once asked me if I had read Ulysses by Joyce and I promptly said “No”. Well I was given the scorn of the century, and yet my thoughts on “The Dead” as a story saved my skin in that discussion. It isn’t easy to write a short story and with this thought I start my review of “Where the Dog Star Never Glows” by Tara L. Masih.

The first thing that struck me about the collection of stories was that Tara’s voice was so precise and clear. She can make you sense the crickets cricketing away in the night, a stream that is rushing close  by and also mingle the thoughts of two people in a disspirited marriage in “Champagne Water” and that is just one of the strokes from this look-forward-to writer. The stories remind you of a different time, life being simpler and yet complicated. People wanting more for instance in the story, “Memsahib” that is about a young boy who is trying to understand an Englishwoman. The story is set in India and you can almost smell the earth while you read the story. Tara makes it look so easy – the stories that are so clear in what they want to say and how it is being said. The beauty of language is hard to come by and Tara does a fantastic job of conjuring words and stringing them to meaningful sentences  – almost like a magician.

But do not be fooled by the writing and the wordsmith yarn she spins, there is a lot more to the stories than just pretty and appropriate words. There are raw and hidden emotions, ones that sometimes cannot be spoken about, the ones that are said aloud anyway and the ones that yearn to have a voice and do not. The stories will reach deep in the recesses of the heart and may be if you are lucky enough pluck on those heartstrings as well. For instance in a story titled, “Say Bridgette, Please” she follows a lonely schoolgirl’s discovery which could either result in knowing oneself or knowing too much. I could almost hear Carson McCullers speaking to me aloud while I was reading this story. And then my favourite collection in the entire story has to be a very short piece titled, “Suspended” which suggests that the kindness of strangers as Tennessee Williams put it is also hard to come by but it does eventually. I almost wept a little at the end of this story and you will only know why when you read it.

For me the book was a revelation. Each of the stories in this collection focus on the loneliness and the longing of the human heart and the roads one has to take in situations probably one didn’t want to be in. There are no forced happy endings in this collection. Tara says it the way she feels it and wants to. I loved this collection and probably that is an understatement. I am at a loss of words. You have to read it to feel the way I do.

You can buy the book  on Flipkart or also on Infibeam

Book Review: The Garden of Solitude by Siddhartha Gigoo

March 28, 2011 1 comment


Title:
The Garden of Solitude
Author: Siddhartha Gigoo
ISBN: 9788129117182
Genre: Fiction
Publisher: Rupa and Co. 
PP: 260 pages
Price: Rs. 195
Source: Publisher
Rating: 4/5

When I received The Garden of Solitude from the publishers, for a long time it sat on my book shelf without being read. I was too engrossed in other books that demanded my attention and would not let me be. That’s what reading and reviewing does to you after a point of time. You just do not know what to read next and what to keep for later. Well that’s the story of my life most of the time when it comes to reading and now to the review of “The Garden of Solitude”.

I was taken in by the book’s title – it is carefully chosen and for sure describes the mood of the book. A lot of books have been written about the Kashmir Situation, so much so that I have almost stopped reading them, till I read this one. The Garden of Solitude is about a Kashmiri Pandit Family driven away from the Valley in the wake of armed insurgency and political turmoil. The family is uprooted and forced to live in Jammu, in the wake of loneliness, suffering alienation and no place to call home. Sridar – the son of the family is the protagonist and the story is seen through his point of view.

What does it take to survive in an unknown territory, when all you have are memories of home? How does it feel to lose someone dear to a situation that you never wanted to be a part of? The entire book is about Sridar wanting the solitude back – the longing for peace and quiet moments that he and his friends have lost along the way.

The topic is touchy and the premise is dangerous, in the sense that it takes a lot to write on a subject like this one. All in all what I can say about the book is that it should be read. The writing is beautiful and the emotions are raw and lucid, to touch every reader who picks it up.

Book Review: The Wake of Forgiveness by Bruce Machart


Title
: The Wake of Forgiveness
Author: Bruce Machart
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
ISBN: 9780151014439
PP: 320 Pages
Extent: Hardcover
Source: Publisher
Price: $26.00
Rating: 5/5

Family bonds, particularly between fathers and sons, and mothers and sons, are explored with great sorrow and depth in this elegiac and epic tale of the Skala family, hard-working Czech farmers in Lavaca County. In the fertile flat lands of South Texas, in the fictional town of Dalton, 1895, Karel Skala is the fourth son born to Vaclav and Klara, and the one that results in Klara’s death. Vaclav’s pain shuts him down, and he forsakes holding his son.

Instead, Vaclav treats Karel and his brothers like draught horses and works them to the bone on the farm. As Karel grows and develops into an apt horse rider and racer, Vaclav gambles land, and Karel rides to win. A particular race in 1910 squeezes the last morsel of strained loyalty and affection between Karel, his three brothers, and his father.

The story goes back and forth in time between 1895 and 1924, in a seamless and tension-building tale that is both heart stopping and lushly evocative. Machart writes like a veteran writer and is reminiscent of William Faulkner and Cormac McCarthy, both for his brutal tale of family instability and his towering, metaphorical passages tying the land to the people, and the narrative of his social and moral themes surrounding the decay, anguish, and redemption of the human heart. Like McCarthy, Machart has an arresting, commanding sense of predator and prey:

“Across the creek along the far bank, near the tangle of water oak and pine roots and the deep impression of boot soles in the wet silt, she [the amber-eyed horned-owl] discerns the slightest distinction in the clustered dancing of bluestem spires, knowing by some sharp and instinctive insistence in the grainy fibers of her muscles that rain and wind bend the uppermost inches of grass blades while the scuttling of prey and the dragging of a tail will set the reeds to shivering upward from the tillers.”

Machart’s frequently long and undulating sentences are not awkward or burdensome, as his assured, poetic, and elegant style takes the reader deeper and more evocatively into the richness of the landscape and the texture of Karel’s pain. Soon after the race of 1910, Karel quits riding, folds up into himself, and begins his own family and future without reconciling his past. The story brings the reader into key events in a well-paced manner that also teases out the facts gradually. The past and the present intersect in the denouement with an uncompromising and resolute exhilaration. Getting there allows the reader to accompany Karel into the territory of his tormented soul.

“It occurred to Karel that this was the way the whole county must see them, as the family that everyone but they themselves recognized as such, and the thought of being the kind of fool who called for fair weather when green clouds folded up in hail-bearing corrugations on the horizon wicked at him until he felt parched and withered and longing, like a cotton plant wilting in a month-long drought, for the unabated battering of that which might save him.”

Whether it is the rich, metallic smell of rain; the mineral scent of flooded soil; a sun-struck fence; a moonlit winter pine; or stray swirls of cotton in the brisk, smoky air of a burning mesquite tree, Machart sears the images of his story so thoroughly that they will cascade down your spine and give you an electric buzz. I can open the book anywhere and return to eloquent passages that, even lifted from the story and taken independently will cause my heart to flutter. Compelling, unyielding, and utterly satisfying.

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