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Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk by David Sedaris

I received, “Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk: A Modest Bestiary” by David Sedaris in the mail yesterday and finished it this morning. I could not stop reading and loved it to the core. I remember reading, “Me Talk Pretty One Day” a long time ago and also the fact that I could not stop laughing. I was almost in tears at the end of it and “Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk” was no exception.

What we have here is a unique and absurd collection of what appear (on the surface) to be anthropomorphic animal characters- squirrels, storks, cats, toads, turtles, and of course a duck. Each story starts out benign and normal enough, more or less like an Aesop’s Fable, but then gets more preposterous as far as animals go and then more and more relevant to life as we live it today. In other words, each story holds up a mirror to our everyday life- but this being David Sedaris it’s more a Wonderland or Funhouse mirror. Perhaps the closest I could come would be Aesop’s fables written by a very modern Lewis Carroll.

Sedaris says to not expect a Moral for each Fable, but if you read them carefully, you should find some insight. “His morals are not spoon-fed cautionary tales of cause-and-effect but rather seemingly matter-of-fact observations that pack a subtle aftershock of insightfully insinuated scrutiny.”

The mirror has shattered, and each little tale here is a sharp shard. There is a danger that if you handle the jagged pieces you will cut yourself. The sardonic self-interest of the cat, the anxious spirituality of the brown chicken, and the bemused acquiescence of the chipmunk—David has exposed these all-too-human characteristics but he has not given us himself as a human lightning rod to accept and defuse the psychological voltage. The animals in these parables, true to type and operating as they do out of unapologetic instinct, certainly can’t absorb any of the shock, and we are left alone, face-to-face with our own pettiness, cruelty, wisdom, ignorance, tenderness, heartbreak. The tales are sometimes laughable and sometimes excruciatingly uncomfortable, and almost always brilliant. As fables, they are simply written—but they are definitely not for children despite the cartoonish illustrations. They are not for adults who wish to remain ignorant of their human failings either. Like all good fairy tales, they are instructional, but only if you pay attention and apply the parallels.

The cruelty and darkness that some reviewers mention is a standard function of cautionary story-telling, and it’s there to grab your attention; it provides the necessary tension so that the reader is drawn in, either through outrage, fear or discomfort. There is a grotesque element operating here that gentler readers will have difficulty reckoning with. I am one of those, and my first instinct was to say: forget it! But I went back over the parts that had first offended me, and with a second reading found that David’s sense of humor was intact; it was mine that had been lacking. His insights remained unflinching and devastating.

Although SQUIRREL SEEKS CHIPMUNK might not be the usual fare readers have come to expect from David Sedaris, it has all the earmarks of what makes his nonfiction truly remarkable: biting wit, caustic satire, and an ever-so-subtle detection of a wink aimed toward his readers. Ian Falconer’s illustrations provide the perfect accompaniment to these acerbic tales. Unexpected, yes, but this slim volume provides a refreshing change of genre from one of our most treasured and talented writers.

As you read, the pieces of the broken mirror reassemble, and by the end of the book you will be able, once again, to see a reflection. It’s you alright, with the tail of a rat, the talons of the owl, the pecked neck of the fowl. Cringe. Laugh (sheepishly). Change your attitude. Think twice. Hold your tongue. Examine your motivations. It’s uncomfortable but it’s necessary. How else can we become more aware if not through the shock of self-recognition? And how else can we grow unless we see how small we really are?

Here’s a youtube sneak on the tale “Squirrel and the Chipmunk”

Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk; Sedaris, David; Little Brown and Company; Hachette Book Group; $21.99

The Avenue of Kings by Sudeep Chakravarti

I did not read “Tin Fish” when it was released. I haven’t read that till now. However, now I will. I finished “The Avenue of Kings” in one sitting. I was literally taken in and stayed there till I finished the book and even after finishing it, it did not leave me. It remained in my thoughts and still does.

The Avenue of Kings is the kind of book that shakes you from a dream, bringing you back to reality and showing you what the world is really made of.  The take is simple: Real India and real people. So people, who have a problem with reality, then you better, stick to your Harry Potters (which by the way I love) and the hobbits of the shire, because “The Avenue of Kings” is nothing like that.

The Avenue of Kings is a collection of three novellas that come across as raw, uncompromising, not frightened and unapologetic. The first novella, which is also the title of the book centers on the gruesome killing of a Sikh Boy as witnessed by the protagonist Brandy Ray, by a blood-thirsty mod in the aftermath of Indira Gandhi’s assassination.

The first novella shook me like no other in this collection. As I type this, I can almost visualize what must have taken place during that time in our country. Indira Gandhi’s assassination was huge and I can only imagine the communal disharmony it would have caused.

The second novella, “The Cradle of Innocents” deals with the dream of Rajiv Gandhi and its fading. You can sense the era gone by – the Sonia and Rajiv Days and their grandeur so to say, the ideas and the opinions that shaped an emerging India, only to bite the dust with RG’s assassination.

The author successfully portrays the disturbed youth of the 80s – the era of Doordarshan, STD Booths, Trunk Calls, and Coca-Cola. A generation that was neither here nor there, trying very hard to fit in and may be could not at some point.

In the third novella, “The Well of Three Wishes” we are taken to taking asylum in fantasy when faced with grief. Grief can make you go to crazy a place – happy or sad, real or imaginary – that’s the power of grief. This part recreates the tensed situation surrounding the demolition of the Babri Masjid.

We see how the deadliest weapon of them all – the sickened mind is used to sow seeds of dissent and destruction. Brandy in this time turns to old Jinni-baba, of the well of wishes, ending the novel with a sense of hope at the end of the tunnel in the form of little Aziza – the symbol of peace, the symbol of new India.  

Chakravarti brings out the worst of the times, and manages to do that keeping his wits about himself. The collection of novellas is surely disturbing; however it leaves you with a sense of disquiet and optimism at the end of it all. I for one am looking forward to reading more of Brandy’s adventures for sure.

The Avenue of Kings; Chakravarti, Sudeep; Harper Collins India; Rs. 299;