Sunday, 12 November 2017
With a title like that and because the blurb talked about Rudrakshi’s (Roo) relationship with a much younger mysterious man, I ought to have expected a romantic tale. But because I have read a lot of Shinie Antony, I knew in my gut that an Antony novel would be anything but a simple romance between an older woman and a younger man. Recently I was on a roller coaster ride at Universal Studios in Singapore. Titled the Mummy Returns, we riders knew that at some point the tame ride would ‘descend’ into danger and darkness. Though we were prepared for it, when the sudden descend began, many shrieked. No, I didn’t shriek in Singapore and I didn’t shriek when The Girl Who Couldn’t Love slipped into chaos, but on both occasions, I almost did.
As I’ve said in one of my earlier reviews, Antony‘s style is unique. Her English is simple and sparse, yet alternately acerbic and incisive. Her observations are sharp and at times witty and over the top (actually, they are out of the world), even when narrating a sad tale.
The Girl Who Couldn’t Love is written in the first person, as narrated by Roo, a spinster who teaches English at an international school in Mangalore. Initially, Roo seems to be a simple soul, one who merely corrects the spelling when she intercepts a vulgar note (making fun of her singleness) passed between her pupils. Her aunt EeeDee seems to be as simple a soul as Roo. Roo’s mother, a nearly blind old woman who continually praises her late husband, also seems to be standard issue. As for Roo’s suitor D. Kumar, he could have come out of any Mills and Boon paperback.
The clues are there from the beginning, but the reader cannot fail to miss them. When one finishes the novel, one will end up re-reading it to figure out why one ended up being taken for such a ride, albeit an enjoyable one, in a masochistic sort of way. I’m not going to say more and give away the plot and spoil this for you. Do read this novel, I highly recommend it.
I have previously reviewed Antnony’s Séance on a Sunday Afternoon, When Mira Went Forth And Multiplied and The Orphanage for Words.
Thursday, 28 September 2017
I’m no big Royalty watcher (but I do keep an eye on them folks) and no keen advocate for keeping the Royals on the throne, and in comfort, but there’s something nice about Prince Harry and Meghan Markle as a couple. I’d like to see them make it permanent. However, I don’t think such a move would go down so well with the hardcore Royalty supporters and their support is crucial if the UK is to not become a Republic, something I wouldn’t mind either.
Just thinking, if Prince Harry and Meghan Markle make it permanent, it would set the Royalty on the long road towards redundancy.
On the other hand, there are lots of people, especially the Royal household, who number in the thousands, who rely on the Royalty for their livelihood. These people will do everything possible to make Harry break up with Meghan. I hope they fail.
Wednesday, 6 September 2017
After announcing the rescission, Trump went on to blame former President Barack Obama for creating the program through executive authority and urged Congress to come up with a solution.
Apparently 10 conservative state attorneys general were planning to challenge the program in court and Attorney General Jeff Sessions Sessions was of the opinion that DACA was likely to be struck down.
Tuesday, 5 September 2017
Even South Korea is keen to talk peace, unlike Trump.
Whatever you think of Kim Jong Un -- his motives, his credibility, even his sanity -- it should be noted that, thus far, he has done exactly what he said he would do in relation to his development of weapons. Everything, that is, except yet attack the US.
Sanctions against North Korea are likely to have little impact, unless China cuts off North Korea’s crude oil supply. Turning off the taps could prove an irreversible decision since the pipeline delivering oil to North Korea is old and would corrode and break if left unused. Crucially, though, it would cripple North Korea’s economy, almost certainly bring down Kim’s regime and create a massive refugee and security crisis just a few hundred miles from Beijing. Will China give up on an old ally for the sake of world peace?
Monday, 4 September 2017
Friday, 1 September 2017
In the meantime, the Trump administration is holding up $255 million in military assistance for Pakistan until it cracks down on extremist groups, such as the Haqqani network, that destabilize Afghanistan.
This tit-for-tat originally began when Barack Obama expelled 30 suspected Russian spies and ordered the closure of Russian diplomatic compounds in December 2016 over Russia's election meddling. Putin's expulsion of 755 embassy staffers came in July 2017, after Congress passed sanctions against Russia.
Now I am trying to remember why I thought that under Putin and Trump, the USA and Russia would become bum-chums.
Well, Mongolia has a new heart-throb!
Wednesday, 23 August 2017
Tuesday, 22 August 2017
Friday, 11 August 2017
Thursday, 10 August 2017
British glamour model Chloe Ayling claimed to have been abducted and held hostage for six days after being lured to Milan for a bogus photo shoot by a gang who intended to auction her as a sex slave. 20-year-old Chloe Ayling was only freed when her captors realised she had a baby son back home in London. Chloe claimed to have been injected with a drug and hidden in a bag in the boot of a car before later on, during her captivity, becoming aware she was being auctioned for sale on the Dark Web for £270,000.
After six days of captivity, Chloe was taken to the British consulate in Milan by one of her captors, Polish-born Lukasz Herba, 30, from Oldbury in the West Midlands. Herba was promptly arrested himself. Chloe claimed that neither Herba nor any other captor sexually assaulted her.
Now questions are being raised about the veracity of Chloe's claims since it appears that Herba took Chloe shopping during her abduction. Italian police have admitted that they are looking into the possibility that Chloe and Herba may have been collaborating, though they do not have clearcut proof.
Wednesday, 9 August 2017
Wednesday, 2 August 2017
Keep your prejudices aside, I had strictly instructed myself before I waded in and was hit with two perfect human specimens. Half English Nina Sabharwal is everything a hetrosexual man would look for in a woman and Samar Pratap Singh is a case of Adonis meeting a young version of that chap from Bridges of Madison County, with a big dose of royalty thrown in. Yes, Samar Singh, aka Heartbreak Singh belongs to a royal family from Jaisalmer and is rolling in money and does not really have to work hard for a living (as a world famous photographer), but he does.
At times I did wonder why two perfect human specimens who are engulfed in love, desire and admiration for each other have to put themselves through so much trauma and grief, delusion and self-deprivation before they do the only sensible thing in the given circumstances, but hey, love does conquer all, but one should expect hurdles on the way. A lot of hurdles.
No Strings Attached is written in simple English, without too much frills, the sort which gets you to the meat of the story, very much akin to the way Samar and Nina strip each others’ clothes off and ….
I believe Sheila Kumar used to be a full-time journalist and No Strings Attached is set in the world of Indian journalism. If you are familiar with this world, you may recognize a few characters, but that shouldn’t distract you from enjoying this splendid romantic thriller, which is dying to be made into a classy movie, a Hollywood movie - the sensibilities are too sophisticated for Bollywood.
Saturday, 15 April 2017
Three short stories by Susan Visvanathan. The first one a mango slice, the second a pineapple with a slice missing and the third a pine cone. The mango from which the mango slice comes must have been a big one, though the slice is not large, possibly not more than one-sixteenth of the mango, or even one-thirty second. The pineapple, on the other hand is rather small and even if the missing slice weren’t missing, it still wouldn’t have been much bigger than a large mango. The pine cone comes from a tall pine tree and one can only guess how tall the pine tree would be.
Adi Sankara’s philosophy is well known to all Indians, whilst his personal life is remarkably murky, despite the existence of around fourteen biographies. Visvanathan’s Adi Sankara is a quick glimpse into what must have been Sankara’s childhood in Kaladi. It whets one’s appetite and leaves the reader hungry. One feels Sankara’s hunger for food and his fear of the crocodile as keenly as his hunger for knowledge. It was an exciting time then in Kerala with Islam having made an entry, the Buddhists confident and everywhere and the Syrian Christians laid-back and as powerful as the caste Hindus. Adi Sankara’s travels take him all over the sub-continent, to Pataliputra, Nalanda and Magadh. Surely there’s so much more to Adi Sankara, but Visvanathan hides the rest of the mango.
I liked the second story, Beyond the Ferry, best of the three. Jehangir, a village in Kerala where many children are born deformed, thanks to Thalidomide poisoning. Abe, a poor boy who has no physical deformity, other than that inflicted by his poverty. Shazia, a girl whom Abe befriends, but cannot hope to marry. Sayir, a rich old merchant from Benaras who comes to Jehangir to marry poor Shazia, still barely a child. Suleman, Abe’s friend, who doesn’t known Shazia from Adam until he ends up working for Sayir and meets his Sayir’s wife, renamed Tazia. When the story ends, Abe has done well for himself – he is an engineer and is still looking for a wife. Tazia has been divorced by Sayir and returns to Jehangir with Suleman and Abe spots them. Visvanathan makes it clear that Abe is unlikely to marry Shazia, though she is recently divorced, because Abe wants to marry a girl who his mother would approve. They don’t care about dowry, Abe’s parents, they are only looking at the girl’s personality. Yet we know that Shazia will not wed Abe.
The pine cone is from a cold land, where the snow fell steadily, the sun hardly rose, the poplars rose in straight lines and the bleak greyness of the sky was hard to imagine. The western world is in the dark ages. Nevertheless, certain things were always the same even in those ancient times and faraway lands, in that Kings spent an inordinate amount of time fighting and plotting for lands and power, they married to create alliances and not for love and their families were usually neglected. Visvanathan’s writing is so exquisite that one can feel the physical hardship experienced by wandering royalty in those centuries before the industrial age, where the cruel weather made it so easy for a weak child to die, even when the child was a prince!
In an era where the best writing is considered to be that which can be read on mobile phones in sms format and delivers instant gratification, Visvanathan’s craft work is a thrown back to an era which is rapidly fading from our collective memories.