Author Tishani Doshi
Publisher Bloomsbury Publishing Inc
Publication Year 2011
Number of Pages 320 Pages
About the author: Tishani Doshi is an Indian poet, journalist and dancer based in Chennai. Her first poetry collection, Countries of the Body, won the 2006 Forward Poetry Prize for best first collection. Her first novel, The Pleasure Seekers, was published by Bloomsbury in 2010 and was long-listed for the Orange Prize in 2011 and shortlisted for The Hindu Best Fiction Award in 2010.
Blurb: Meet the Patel-Joneses—Babo, Sian, Mayuri, and Bean—in their little house with orange and black gates next door to the Punjab Women’s Association in Madras. Babo grew up here, but he and Sian, his cream-skinned Welsh love, met in London. Babo’s parents disapproved. And then they disapproved unless the couple moved back to Madras. So here they are. And as the twentieth century creaks and croaks its way along, Babo, Sian, and the children navigate their way through the uncharted territory of a “hybrid” family: the hustle and bustle of Babo’s relatives; the faraway phone-line crackle of Sian’s; the eternal wisdom and soft bosom of Great-Grandmother Ba; the perils of first love, lost innocence, and old age; and the big question: What do you do with the space your loved ones leave behind?
Review: The writing of this book drew me right in and made me love the characters. It shows that cultural differences can be conquered even when there is some disapproval. The characters are engaging. Tishani deals with many of the big passages of life and how people deal with these events. “There are only two mistakes to make on this journey of life: not going all the way, and not starting.” – Wisdom of Ba, the grandmother of this family saga. It has been beautifully written. Tishani Doshi’s poetic voice shines through. The book gripped me from start to finish and read in a day.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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