Entries Tagged as ‘Indian’

January 5, 2010

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn

Half the Sky is a remarkable, life-changing book. It should be required reading for all adults (and more mature young adults), but especially for us overprivileged, lucky-solely-by-chance-of-birth citizens of the West. If there is ONE book you read this new year, let it be this one.

Using a Chinese proverb attributed to Mao – “Women hold up half the sky” – Pulitzer Prize winners Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn (the first married couple to win a Pulitzer; WuDunn was the first Asian American to garner a Pulitzer while Kristof has since won a second) seek to rescue women and girls worldwide by “focusing on three particular abuses: sex trafficking and forced prostitution; gender-based violence, including honor killings and mass rapes; and maternal mortality, which still needlessly claims one woman a minute.”

Most of us are probably at least vaguely aware of the gender inequalities throughout the world. But laid out in this book in black and white, the numbers are beyond staggering: “…more girls have been killed in the last fifty years, precisely because they were girls, than men were killed in all the battles of the twentieth century. More girls are killed in this routine ‘gendercide’ in any one decade than people were slaughtered in all the genocides of the twentieth century.” And lest you think slavery is a thing of the past: ” … far more women and girls are shipped into brothels each year in the early twenty-first century than African slaves were shipped into the slave plantations each year in the eighteenth or nineteenth centuries.”

What Kristof and WuDunn miraculously accomplish here is to move beyond the mind-numbing numbers and present you with individual stories that will haunt and inspire you. Reading the experiences of actual women who have suffered unbearable atrocities will make you gasp, and hopefully shock you into real action. Balanced with the specific stories of child prostitutes in Cambodia and India, victims of gang-rape in Pakistan and the Congo, abandoned women in too many places left to die from pregnancy complications, are the phenomenal accounts of women who fought back and reclaimed their lives. Additionally, Kristof and WuDunn weave in the successful experiences of individuals and organizations that have empowered and rescued women throughout the world. From a working woman in New York whose $27 a month provides small miracles for a single mother on the other side of the world, to a wealthy donor whose funding changed the future of an entire village, Half the Sky is not about victimization, but about taking concrete steps to create substantial change.

Kristof and WuDunn’s personal mission is clearly stated up front: “We hope to recruit you to join an incipient movement to emancipate women and fight global poverty by unlocking womens’ power as economic catalyst.” By book’s end, Kristof and WuDunn offer “Four Steps You Can Take in the Next Ten Minutes” filled with near-instant ways you can make a difference. “This is a story of transformation. It is change that is already taking place, and change that can accelerate if you’ll just open your heart and join in.” How can you possibly just sit by?

Readers: Adult

Published: 2009

January 3, 2010

Arzee the Dwarf by Chandrahas Choudhury

The eponymous Arzee is a diminutive young man in his late 20s living with his mother and younger brother in crowded Bombay, swaggeringly looking forward to the near future. In spite of the difficulties he’s faced (much of which he blames on his size), he’s convinced his life is on the verge of fortuitous changes – any day, he’ll be promoted to head projectionist at the Noor, a once-glorious movie house that has seen better times. His lofty new title means his mother will be able to find him a wife, he’ll be able to start his own family, and live the ‘normal’ life he so craves.

But the best-laid plans (and expectations) often go awry, and Arzee’s hopes are quickly dashed when he learns that the Noor is about to be permanently shut down. Anxious and bewildered, Arzee finds that his only relief from his internal desperate demons is in conversations with some of the least unexpected companions, including a loan shark, the current head projectionist he’s worked with for over a decade and yet barely knows, and an entire bar full of sympathetic girls. Talking brings revelations, both hopeful and somber. He finds the unexpected community he’s been longing for, and eventually even gains the courage to seek out the lost love of his life.

Choudhury’s slim novel is a simple fairy tale at heart, cleverly embellished with a cast of unexpected characters, searching conversations, and shrewd observations about humanity (and sometimes the lack thereof). A dwarf-in-debt in a dead-end job and his long-lost lady-love separated by misunderstandings … dare we hope for a happy ending?

Tidbit: Here’s another small world moment: last spring when I told a local friend – with whom I share books, tea, and her fabulous art – that I had just started a book blog, she immediately linked me to another friend of hers she knew in Bombay who also book-blogs, and mentioned that his first novel was soon to debut.

Lucky for me, one of our wonderful interns went off to India and brought me back a copy of that said novel … and that’s how Arzee the Dwarf by young Chandrahas Choudhury, who book-blogs at The Middle Stage (we do seem to be in serendipitous agreement on so many titles), finally landed in my travel reading pile this holiday season. Arzee is not yet published here at home, but it’s got a major publisher (HarperCollins) abroad, so a U.S. pub date can’t be far. In the meantime, young Choudhury has an upcoming short story anthology, India: A Traveller’s Literary Companion, making its U.S. debut this spring. Stay tuned for that one …

Readers: Adult

Published: 2009 (India)

January 2, 2010

In the Convent of Little Flowers: Stories by Indu Sundaresan

In the Convent of Little FlowersFirst things first: Indu Sundaresan’s only (thus far) short story collection (she’s best known for her lengthy historical novels, The Twentieth Wife and Feast of Roses) is definitely an effective read. Many of the stories make you think beyond your immediate world as they temporarily transport you elsewhere (especially when you’re stuck in a middle seat on a too-packed holiday flight). You’ll learn something for sure, and you’ll be thinking about at least a few of the characters after you finish the final page. All good things that make for good literature, right?

But something about the stories, well written as they are, just didn’t sit right with me. Maybe the number of victims – each caught between the bonds of immutable traditions and the lure of so-called modernity – were just too overwhelming … an older couple who find suicide their only escape from their vicious only son, a 12-year-old girl who allegedly agrees to a gruesome death as a human addition to her way-too-older husband’s funeral pyre, another young girl who falls for a boy of the wrong religion and is stoned then immolated by her own grandmother to save the family’s honor, a hard-working man who pathetically bemoans his life because his youngest daughter has shamefully had an illegitimate child, a once well-off older couple blessed with a dozen children who eventually rob and abandon them in old age, a long-suffering ‘good’ wife unwittingly deceived by her incompetent husband and his greedy family …

In the “Afterword,” Sundaresan comments, “So if there’s one thing the stories have in common, it is that they all deal with that intense moment in which people confront disturbing events.” She offers some background behind how she came to writer a few of these stories – a short story competition, a dinner conversation, a newspaper article, and so on. Clearly, the stories have some basis in Sundaresan’s reality, in her experiences. But in spite of the ‘truth’ amidst all that Schadenfreude, the stories also have an element of cloying exoticism that ultimately proves both disturbing and disappointing.

Readers: Adult

Published: 2008

October 4, 2009

Shantaram: A Novel by Gregory David Roberts

ShantaramForty-three (yes, 43!) hours is a major commitment to a single book. And in spite of the most eye-rolling, not-so-nicely-talking back to a continuously babbling (for 43 hours, 3 minutes to be exact!) iPod that I have ever done, I will actually admit that Shantaram is one of the most thrillingly entertaining stories ever. I can’t believe I just wrote that!

I’ll also add that when Mira Nair finally finishes her film version (Johnny Depp as Lin, though? definitely Daddy Bachchan as Khader Khan, yes! Gregory Roberts himself is doing the screenplay), it will most certainly be one of the few better-on-film-than-page movies.

Kudos are definitely in order for the amazing Humphrey Bower who does a remarkable job narrating, especially given that big chunks of the sometimes embarrassingly overwritten passages could have substantially whittled down the 944-pages. Hey, but that’s the price the reader (and/or listener) has to pay for Lin’s phenomenal story.

An escaped convict from Australia with an unknown real name, “Lindsay Ford” – as his fake New Zealand passport originally identifies him in the opening chapter – lands in the teeming streets of 1980s Bombay. His first real friend, Prabaker, baptizes him as “Lin,” and “Linbaba” with the affectionate honorific added. On that day of arrival on his way to sharing his first meal with Prabu, Lin is instantly mesmerized by Karla, a gorgeous but damaged Swiss American fellow ex-pat, with whom he immediately falls in love. She remains a haunting presence throughout Lin’s story.

Living the life of a fugitive, Lin proves extremely adaptive, picking up languages in his new home city almost as easily as he finds friends. Prabu, with his wide, unforgettable, always loving smile, proves to be Lin’s guide far beyond the city’s limits. Lin joins Prabu on a visit to his remote village, where Prabu’s family welcomes him as one of their own, and Prabu’s father further baptizes Lin with the name Shantaram, meaning ‘man of god’s peace.’ With Prabu’s teaching and encouragement, Lin learns Marathi, the native language of Maharashtra of which Bombay is the capital, a language too few Bombay-ites speak; the skill will serve Lin well.

As Lin’s funds dwindle, Prabu finds him a much in-demand hovel in a densely populated Bombay slum. Lin’s arrival there is marked by a tragic fire, and he begins his residency as a local hero when his past training as a medic saves numerous lives. His dwelling eventually becomes a free slum clinic, subsidized by black-market medical supplies procured by a renegade community of lepers. Lin is hand-chosen by one of the city’s most powerful mafia leaders, Abdel Khader Khan, who becomes both an inspiring guru and father-substitute for the lonely, searching Lin. He learns – and quickly excels in – all the local illegal trades, from international money laundering to passport fakery, and eventually risks his life in Khan’s own Russian/Afghani war. He experiences the heart-shattering price of doing “the wrong thing, for the right reasons.”

The many similarities to Roberts’ own life detailed in Shantaram have prompted many to ask why it’s called a novel … fact or fiction, it’s a remarkable account of one man’s experiences of life on the run. All quibbles aside, you’ll have to just read (or listen) to it yourself because no description could possibly do it justice. Eye-rolling, cursing, and all!

Readers: Adult

Published: 2004 (United States), 2006 (unabridged recording)

August 17, 2009

The Sound of Water by Sanjay Bahadur

Sound of WaterBased on actual tragic event in a remote Indian coalmine in 2001, Badahur – an ex-director in the Indian Ministry of Coal until 2006 – makes his literary debut with a scathing insider’s look at the tainted coal industry.

Badahur recounts the multifaceted layers of the mining disaster using three principal rotating voices: Raimoti, an aging, drug-addicted miner who knows from his miner-father and grandfather that the sound of water deep in the earth’s bowels can only signal grave danger; Bibhash, a lonely mining engineer who lives in near exile with only his growing pornography collection for company, whose lonely life is suddenly interrupted by the fate of six trapped miners; and Dolly, Raimoti’s youngest brother’s wife, a greedily manipulative woman who eagerly awaits news of her trapped brother-in-law because of the potential compensation his confirmed death might provide. Badahur unflinchingly captures the disparate lives of the haves and the have-nots, revealing the multiple layers of corruption and exploitation buried deep within all the characters.

This is not a happy book by any stretch of the imagination. And not a single character seems to have a shred of integrity, save for the a low-ranking bureaucrat who eventually commits suicide [could the message be that the honest can't survive?]. But that’s not to say that this isn’t a worthy book … think of it as an illuminating exercise in Schadenfreude.

Readers: Adult

Published: 2009

August 11, 2009

Delhi Noir edited by Hirsh Sawhney

Delhi NoirWhenever my kids start singing “Crazy Kiya Re,” still one of their favorite songs after multiple trips to India, I find myself having to leave the room. Since reading the 14-story anthology Delhi Noir, I can’t disassociate the Bollywood hit from the police officer who hums the catchy tune after raping his latest victim a third time in the story “Hissing Cobras,” by Nalinaksha Bhattacharya. Bad cops, angry victims, desperate addicts, heartless killers – according to this compilation, Delhi has got them all.

Delhi Noir, edited by Brooklyn/Delhi commuter Hirsh Sawhney, is the latest in the Akashic Noir Series – published by New York’s Akashic Books – which offers city-based collections filled with pulp fiction written by an eclectic mix of those cities’ locals. The series debuted in 2004 with Brooklyn Noir and has since grown to include dozens of cities around the world, among them San Francisco.

Lift the tourist-ready gloss off most cities and you’ll discover the corruption beneath. Amid Delhi’s signs of a world-class economy – upscale malls, sprawling subdivisions, luxury import cars – Sawhney writes that “the everyday depravity and anguish of Delhi life remains confined to news copy.” Good crime fiction by Delhi dwellers, Sawhney adds, is near impossible to find because “[a]ny insight into their hometown’s ugly entrails would threaten their guilt-free gilded existence.”

All that death and destruction make for disturbingly entertaining reading – perfect to throw into the beach bag.

Sawhney has gathered writers “willing to see Delhi as it is,” dividing their stories into three parts mimicking “three popular slogans that are tattooed across the city”: “With You, for You, Always,” the Delhi police motto; “Youngistan,” a spoof of Pepsi ads designed to target India’s 200 million young people; and “Walled City, World City,” a newspaper campaign urging Delhiites to forget the city’s complicated past, riddled with fatal riots and colonial history. …[click here for more]

Review: San Francisco Chronicle, August 11, 2009

Readers: Adult

Published: 2009

August 4, 2009

Balarama: A Royal Elephant by Ted and Betsy Lewin

BalaramaHusband-and-wife author/illustrators, Ted Lewin and Betsy Lewin, who also happen to both be individual Caldecott Honor winners, travel the world in search of adventure. Their latest book together combines the experiences of two trips to Mysore, India in 1997 and 1998 during which they came up close and personal with the royal elephants of southern India.

Every year during Dasara, a centuries-old Hindu festival celebrated in the fall, a lead elephant carries the golden howdah, an 800-pound ceremonial carriage. The majestic, much beloved Drona who has a penchant for bananas has been that lead in Mysore for many years. So enthralled are the Lewins with the charming elephant that they return to India a year later to experience Dasara for themselves. Their return is met with tragic news: Drona was killed when a falling branch brought down a live electric wire on him. His replacement is the eponymous Balarama who must be trained to be the next star.

While the Lewins’ adventure story undoubtedly will draw in readers (albeit it’s somewhat bittersweet given the elephants’ lives in captivity and servitude, regardless of all the glory their handlers and audience bestow on them), the real power of this latest Lewin collaboration is the mixing-and-matching of their distinctively different illustration styles: Ted’s portrait of Drona literally seems to extend out far beyond the flat page, while Betsy’s more whimsical, colored line drawings perfectly capture the energy of the large beasts frolicking with the laughing children. The two trade pages back and forth until the penultimate spread when both artists appear together, making for a perfect family portrait, new elephant-ine friend and all.

Readers: Children

Published: 2009

May 1, 2009

Secret Keeper by Mitali Perkins

secret-keeperWith their father unable to find a job in Delhi, Asha, her older sister Reet, and their mother must go live with relatives in Calcutta while her father travels to New York in search of new opportunities. He hopefully promises that reunion is not far off.

Life with the extended family in Calcutta is stifling, governed by traditions that independent, feisty Asha finds especially difficult to live with – even in the mid-1970s, she can’t go to school, she can’t go outside, she can’t speak freely, she is cut off from everything that makes her happy. Her only outlet is to escape to the roof to write in her diary, her Secret Keeper.

Slowly, Asha’s silent older male cousin opens up and they share their love of tennis and cricket. She finds a friendship growing with the boy next door, deemed ‘odd’ by the neighbors. She watches over gorgeous Reet who must deal with constant unwanted attention, as the local boys literally line up outside the gates to catch a mere glimpse of her. The separation from her father is especially difficult for her mother, who turns more silently detached as the months pass far too slowly. When tragic word about Ash’s father arrives, Ash must take charge and somehow keep good her promise that she will always take care of her mother and sister.

In spite of all the restrictions designed to keep women in virtual shackles, Mitali Perkins offers another inspiring story of ingenious girl power that prevails without breaking too many rules.

Readers: Middle Grade, Young Adult

Published: 2009

April 18, 2009

Atlas of Unknowns by Tania James

atlas-of-unknownsAnju Melvin, used to being first in the classrooms of her hometown of Kumarakom in India’s southern state of Kerala, wins herself a scholarship for a year aboard at an elite private high school in Manhattan. But what clinches the award is not her own work, but that of her artistically gifted, although academically lacking, older sister Linno. Anju flies off to New York with Linno’s sketchbooks, settles in wide-eyed with a wealthy Indian American host family, and does everything to avoid art classes for fear of discovery. She convinces herself that she can earn redemption for her artful theft if she can manage to get a green card and sponsor Linno’s immigration to the abundant West.

Not surprisingly, Anju’s ruse is discovered and she is expelled. Still committed to getting her green card for Linno’s sake, Anju leaves her luxurious Manhattan digs, heads out to Jackson Heights, and moves in with a new friend, Bird, an older woman who has (not accidentally) befriended the bewildered Anju. Expect secrets to be revealed.

Meanwhile, back in Kerala, Linno rejects a blind suitor but accepts his sister’s offer of employment and quickly becomes the head designer for an international greeting card company. Her cut-out cards are so unique and accomplished that soon she’s posing in magazines. Linno is hardly pining for her lost art, or her immigrated sister … until news flies across the oceans that Anju has disappeared. And suddenly, both sisters must work desperately in their own ways toward reunion.

Readers: Adult

Published: 2009

April 17, 2009

Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi by Geoff Dyer

jeff-in-veniceGeoff Dyer’s latest novel, teasingly titled Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi, is quite the mind game. To play, you obviously have to read the book.

Here’s the initial setup: two distinct parts with a few overlapping similarities. In the first, “Jeff in Venice,” London journalist Jeff Atman is sent to the Venice Biennial to chase down an elusive subject for an article. Amid the booze and drug-filled parties (with a few forays into checking out a bit of art), he meets the attractive Laura and has the time of his life. In the second, “Death in Varanasi,” an unnamed London journalist (also Jeff, we would assume) is sent to Varanasi as a last-minute replacement to write a travel piece. He is initially overwhelmed upon arrival in the holiest of India’s holy cities, home to the ultimate in Hindu cremations along the Ganges River. He makes friends, files his article and decides to stay.

So once the final page is finished, the reader is left with two different stories, nominally related by a single character. While one is a hedonistic, status-seeking idyll of near-debauchery told in the third person, the other is a first-person narrative about paring down and letting go. Both are interesting enough stories, detailed and engaging, and certainly the reader could leave it as one man’s life journey from one extreme to another.

But why stop there? And are the stories so different? Yes, both Venice and Varanasi are legendary waterlogged cities with ubiquitous boats ferrying travelers, and awash in stifling heat as a journalist chases down a story. But look deeper, and the two seemingly distinct parts begin to flow in and out of each other. … [click here for more]

Review: San Francisco Chronicle, April 17, 2009

Readers: Adult

Published: 2009