After my cousin's husband died, let us call him R, I did not call her up for almost a month. Some time ago, over politics, she being polemically conservative socially, and me, an avowed liberal on paper, we might have had our small cold war (one never is sure) resulting in guarded silencing of her views... Continue Reading →
Afternoons in the Cabin in the Woods in Vermont
Inasmuch as needs were concerned, for those three days that I spent in the Green Mountains of Vermont, I was a perfectly content man. As far as I could see there were green trees poured over never-ending folds of mountains dissolving into cool blue-gray shape-shifting clouds. A wooden cabin filled with musty old books, hidden passages leading to... Continue Reading →
Homage to Catalonia and Kerala
"It is the same in all wars; the soldiers do the fighting, the journalists do the shouting, and no true patriot ever gets near a front line trench, except on the briefest of propaganda tours. Sometimes it is a comfort to me to think that the aeroplane is altering the conditions of war. Perhaps when... Continue Reading →
The God of Small Things – A Second Review
In my first review of The God of Small Things, I dismissed the book as unworthy of a Booker Prize. I was harsh in the review because I felt the book was not good. While I still stick to it, I wanted to address the content of the book, which while done to death, and is... Continue Reading →
The God of Small Things – Arundati Roy
Ayemenam, Kerala and the Booker Prize Roy's book The God of Small Things (TGOST) catapulted her to international fame. A book that won her the Booker prize and which had everyone raving, one which drew comparisons with Salman Rushdie's Mighnight's Children. It was an expose on the Malayali Syrian Christian family and of the oppressive happenings of a family,... Continue Reading →
Do Knowledge and Power Rest Easy
"When I look back I saw my mother, a hunch backed figure in tattered clothes, hugging my ugly sister. She was the most beautiful baby for us, but when I saw her with the sense of fairness my mother instilled in us, I had to reluctantly agree with my father's belief that my sister was... Continue Reading →
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