Showing posts with label Indian Writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indian Writer. Show all posts

Sunday, November 11, 2007

The Last Song of Dusk

by Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

An unusual story that starts as a modern fairytale and ends with the grimness of this world, 'The Last Song of Dusk' takes the readers through a roller coaster ride of love, loss, fate and acceptance of life as it comes. The novel opens as Anuradha leaves Udaipur to meet her prospective husband Vardhaman. The story then continues to tell us about her tryst with 'kismet' When she enters Dwarika house, the house at their first encounter had told about the Mischief it could unravel with unpassioned deviousness - the death of her first son, Mohan. After the arrival of Divi-bai, a eyelash-less had who made a 'malicious fitting' to the Gandharva family, Anuradha learns that love and loathing, joy and distress, quietness and noise, all eventually blur and one is left wondering where one started and the other ended. Things drastically change after the death of Mohan when Anuradha found that contrary to what others said, Death was not deadening at all; rather it was a dynamic creature whose black fragrance, whose concrete stillness seeped into the wood of the furniture, the linen of the bed, the flowers in the vases; it was everywhere as omnipresent as its only sibling, Life. On the other hand, quietness found its way into Vardhaman: not merely as a baffling reticence but the species of heavy silence one finds in the folded white wings of Death's seraphim. And all these do not change even after arrival of their second son Shloka who at an age of four could be described as an ascetic with an amazing genius for melancholy.
The readers are then introduced to Nandini - a-walk-on-water, soul painting, beedi-smoking girl who saw people for who they were and who, at the age of seven had wisely concluded, 'Life is pathetic'. The fate of all these characters unravel in an old villa of 1920s' - Dariya Mahal, a monstrous house who licked up all its inmates with its deep, morbid sorrow that was too sacred for it to lose.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

The God of Small Things

by Arundhati Roy

Set in a village in the south-western Indian province of Kerala, the novel opens with the arrival of Rahel to her home at Ayenemen to meet Esthappen. It centres about the life of the fraternal twins, Rahel and her brother Esthappen, their mother Ammu and other members of the family.
The work is lyrical and poetic, uses unusual imagery and metaphors and appeals equally to the intellect as well as the sentiments of the reader. We find some of the singular figurative expressions as in the line : The old house on the hill wore its steep, gabed roof pulled over its ears like a low hat. Or when the river's decription is given as Once it had the power to evoke fear. To change lives. But now its teeth were drawn, its spirit spent. It was just a slow sludging green ribbon lawn that furried fetid garbage to the sea.
It is an intricate writing that explores the depths of human nature, their passions, yearnings, quarrels with fate and the acceptance of inevitability.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Amu

by Shonali Bose

Amu, is the story of a twenty one year old girl, Kajori (Kaju) Roy, Indian by birth but brought up in Los Angeles by her adoptive mother Keya Roy, an activist. The story takes place in a span of around 5 months – October 2001 to February 2002 and during which Kaju’s life traverses a roller coaster ride.

It all starts with Kaju’s decision and determination to go to her land of birth and discover her roots. Keya at first vehemently expressed her unwillingness to the idea but had to finally give in before Kaju’s resolve. Kaju, thus finally finds herself amidst the unsettled layers of history and legend of Delhi where the past and present were hopelessly mixed up.

Friday, May 5, 2006

An Area Of Darkness

by V. S. Naipaul


Born and brought up in an Indian colony of Trinidad, V.S. Naipaul always thought India to be the country from which his grandfather came, a country never physically described and therefore never real, a country out in the void beyond the dot of Trinidad… a country suspended in time… So in 1962 he set out to discover this country of his imagination. But during his journey, as the physique of Europe melted away and he found himself into the Aryan Asia, his feelings are described as “Hysteria had been my first reaction, and a brutality dictated by a new awareness of myself as a whole human being and a determination, touched with fear, to remain what I was.” His first journey to India was of “Superficial impressions, intemperate reactions”.