Let’s do some catch-up…

catch_upSo I’ve been reading, but there seem to have been one or two titles which are good but not quite enough to warrant an individual blog post. Honestly, I don’t think it’s the books’ fault so much as it is the reader’s in each case, so don’t think these books are less worthy or anything. It’s mostly a time thing at the moment.

A Long Way Home – Saroo Brierley (2015).

This is an autobiography written by a young man who grew up very poor in an Indian city and who, one day when he was only five years old, was playing on the train tracks with his older brother when he accidentally got locked into a railway carriage and was whisked away across the country to Mumbai, where he was put into an orphanage and then adopted by an overseas couple. This tale is how, by overcoming all the odds, he found his way home again. (This is the book that the movie Lion is based upon, btw.) It’s a fantastic story – that’s true – but I think the read would have been better if he’d used a professional ghostwriter (or editor) to up his writing game a bit. It was well written (in that there were few grammar errors etc.), but the level of writing was rather fundamental and rather clunky at times. Still a good story though. It might be better to watch the film than read the book.

Trifles – Susan Gaspell (1916)

I had recently been playing around with my Century of Reading (COB) project, and wanted to find a title that would help fill in some of the remaining blanks (not many really). So I searched for “books published in 1916”, and wanting a more esoteric title and something that wasn’t 500 pages long, picked out a play which seemed to fit the bill.

Just to be clear, despite the play being called Trifles, the play is not about that wonderful English confection of jelly/jello, whipped cream and other fine tasty tidbits. It’s used, in this case, in the sense of “seemingly unimportant things usually linked with women and said by men”… :-}

This play (which I’d not heard of before but I’m not a dramatic expert by any means) was interesting and is actually one of those stories that stick in your head for ages after you’ve finished it as you mull over the various interpretations of how it could be read (or played).

Set out in the country of somewhere like the Midwest, the narrative revolves around the death of Mr. Wright, a farmer who lived in a remote house along with his wife (obvs. called Mrs. Wright). The local sheriff and a deputy are searching the home for any clues after learning that Mr. Wright had died by strangulation. Was it a murder, and if so, who did it?

At the same time as the police officials are searching for clues, there are two women from the nearby community also accompanying the two men in a tag-along sort of way. The small community is far from other towns so any news is big news to the local folk. (It’s really interesting, btw, to see how these guys treat the crime scene vs. now how the crime scene is treated i.e. stomping around everywhere… 🙂 )

They are all unsure how to explain the crime until the women find a dead canary….

It’s a pretty good play to read, but I was more happy, TBH, that it filled out a year in the COB project. 🙂

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The Red Carpet: Bangalore Stories – Lavanya Sankaran (2005)

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Another book from the TBR pile, this one is a collection of short stories revolving around characters based in (or from) Bangalore*, the “Silicon Valley” in the south of India and a mix of traditional and new ways of thinking – a “chaotic crossroads” of different classes, history and cultures (to paraphrase one reviewer on Goodreads).

Not being a huge fan of short stories (but willing to try), I had just suffered through the dreadfulness of 1940’s American wealth and Mrs. Parkington and was searching for something completely different from that. So – Indian short stories it was and what an unexpected fun read it was.

Although it may be her first published book, Sankaran is an excellent writer with a sly sense of humor that emerges in unexpected places throughout her narratives. She had previously published stories in such illustrious places as The Atlantic Monthly, and it’s obvious why they did – they’re good.

Generally speaking, I tend to get frustrated reading short stories as they seem to end too early and leave me as the reader hanging (and not in PoMo way). They just seem too short sometimes, as though they are more of a fragment of a longer unfinished work, and to be honest, there were a couple of stories like that in this volume. But as I read deeper and deeper into the collection and saw that there were subtle connections between the stories (an overlapping character, a mention of a previous place, etc.), I started to really enjoy this. (Perhaps the connectivity between the stories gave me the feeling that this was one long narrative instead of individual short stories – maybe that’s why it worked for me.)

Anyway, I really enjoyed this and if you enjoy multi-cultural reads that are extremely well written and enjoyable at the same time, you’ll enjoy this one. I’m not sure where I found this title, but thanks to whoever put it on my radar screen. Loved it.

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• Also known as Bengaluru.

A Passage to India – E. M. Forster (1924)

A Passage to India coverLoved, loved, LOVED this book. I adore Forster’s work anyway, but when you combine that with a story of Anglo-Indian relationships during the time of the Raj? Swoon. Having already read A Room with a View and Howards End, I was prepared for great writing, so then to read a book that is favorable to the Indian perspective at a time when that was not common was even better.

A Passage to India relates the story of two English women who visit India during the waning days of the Raj and the early emergence of Indian independence. Forster had actually spent some time in India and was sympathetic to the Indian cause, and this is clearly seen in this novel.

Miss Adele Quested and her companion (and potential mother-in-law) Mrs. Moore have arrived to spend some time with her son (and perhaps future husband) who is an English colonial representative in Chandrapore, a medium-sized Indian town. Miss Quested is far more interested in wanting to see the “real” India than the Anglo-Indian perspective and this is the trigger that sets everything in motion. Miss Quested (and others) are taken on a day-trip to some nearby caves where an alleged assault happens to her, possibly by a young and very impressionable Indian doctor who has led the trip. This incident leads to a court trial and creates even more of a rift between the local Indian population and the English crowd who live there (and have the power). Can such differing groups ever be friends?

That’s the question throughout the book, and even at the end, it’s not really ever answered so the reader has to make his/her own decisions. Forster, as mentioned, is sympathetic to the Indian independence movement, and clearly demonstrates the incompetence of the English administration in this novel. Kudos to Forster for not subscribing to obvious stereotypes for the most part, and if you are a fan of luscious descriptions, believable plot lines and realistic characters, you can’t go wrong with this one.

I wonder if the movie is as good as the book?

The City of Djinns: A Year in Delhi – William Dalrymple (2003)

This was one of the biggest surprises to me as I had entered the book thinking it was going to be Raj-infused look at Delhi over the past hundred years or so. Surprise (in a good way): it’s actually goes back hundreds of year to the Mughal empire and even the Mongols (who invaded the Mughals which, due to the word play, makes me smile).

So, I actually ended up learning tons more than I had anticipated when I picked up this very readable historical travelogue. Dalrymple wrote it when he (and his wife) had been living in Delhi for about seven years, so it’s not tinged with the novelty of the place (as some Western-authored memoirs can be). This has a patina of experience to it, of acceptance of “it is what it is”. Dalrymple is also a well-read historian of the lengthy history of this remarkable city, and having lived there, has managed to delve into the lesser known parts of its story.

But this historical travel book is not hard to read – au contraire, it’s very readable as Dalrymple employs a lovely dry wit as he observes life in the city. He might hear of some small snippet of Delhi history, and get curious and then spend hours in the Delhi library further researching it, and then go off and find a Delhi historian who would actually take him to the very site where this event occurred. Dalrymple (and his wife) also committed to learning Hindu which helped break down any barriers between himself and the residents.

Covering almost everything from a small band of eunuchs to the pigeon racing fans to the old and rather sad Raj people who stayed behind when India was Partitioned back in the 1940’s and since then, have rather slipped between the cracks with neither England nor India wanting or accepting them, it’s a fascinating cross-section of an ancient city.

It’s a bit heavy in some of the history, and as the book went back further and further in time, back to the Indian legends at the beginning, I kinda glazed over that, but the more recent history was fascinating. I learned so much about before the Raj and about the history of Delhi. It’s called the City of Seven Cities as it has been built, knocked down and remade seven times as various men have come into power through lots of political and familial machinations which would make the Borgia family weep – Incest! Traitorship! Sibling rivalry! Beheading! Pulled apart by elephants! Pushed into wells alive and left to die!…

Dalrymple also brings some of the local characters into the story as well, so it’s not all dry history. He frequently uses a grumpy but very funny taxi driver to transport him to various places, and he makes a good friendship with a local historian, and his landlady is hilarious, although rather unintentionally.

The book also sorted out for me the various religions that are more common in India, and the history between them, so now I have a bit more of an idea about who believes what and when in which religion. I also have a much clearer understanding of the Pakistan/India rift, and can’t imagine why England thought it was a good idea at the time (or ever, really). Masses of people forcibly relocated to places they didn’t want to go, mostly based on religion. Crazy.

Oh, and the Djinns are spirit beings who inhabit the city and have been there since time immemorial.

So – overall, a very very good book that taught me a lot about a country that I probably will not visit, but still find fascinating. It was also an extra bonus that the author took me much farther back, historically speaking, that I had anticipated. I will definitely be reading another one of his books at some time.

William Dalrymple’s website: http://www.williamdalrymple.uk.com/