From exile to anthem
The feeling a reader is left with while reading a Marinaj poem is best described by the word ‘whisper’ from the title of the book itself - “Teach me how to whisper”.
The feeling a reader is left with while reading a Marinaj poem is best described by the word ‘whisper’ from the title of the book itself - “Teach me how to whisper”.
This anthology is a blend of non-fiction, fiction, and poetry that celebrates women’s resilience and their capacity to transcend victimhood.
Modernist Transitions can be called a postcolonial deconstruction of the Western models of modernism. This book questions any homogenised concept of modernity, which can be studied monolithically.
Rajdeep Sardesai’s book is a convincing analysis of the national election in India this year, replete with relevant interviews and penetrating comment rising above the heat and dust and unrestrained, often vulgar, rhetoric of the contestants for parliamentary office and far more often than not, the spoils thereof.
From books on US policies, the Russia-Ukraine War to notorious terrorist bodies operating in India and the trans-national arena, here' a miscellany of book reviews.
The events at Jallianwala Bagh in Amritsar more than a century ago are a part of the collective memory of Indi- ans and while history has documented what happened that fateful Baisakhi day in considerable detail, Sarna’s pen - and his imagination – take us into the lives of characters who must have existed if only because he has etched them so dexterously.
India is one of the affected countries which faced a Tsunami for the first time, even the word Tsunami was also unknown.
Chetna’s book ‘Giddha On My Gulmohar’is not just a metaphor for the change of season but also for the changes before and after the pandemic. Different moods of pandemics are being reflected through this piece.
If you are someone who has a soft corner for travelogues and crime genre, Blood and Brown Sugar is a must-read for you.
Durga, Sita, Draupadi are women who join the pantheon of rebel figures who had to assert their selfhood over and above the position granted to them by society. The cause of the “native Indians” in America and Canada entering this purview as well for Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee is a text that the poet remembers well. “Isn’t equality the only color?”
