September 24, 2001
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COVER
   

Jehad Against World
The danger that Islamic terrorism poses to the US and the world was underscored in a stunning manner by the audacious strikes in New York and Washington.

Alliance In The Air
Russia, NATO and India may be friends in adversity.

Death Bringer
The Saudi renegade embarrasses his hosts.

Joining Hands
India will cooperate with the US in fighting terrorism.

Wake-up Call
Despite precautions, India can't remain complacent.

$30 Billion And Counting
The impact on India is just beginning to show.


 
CRIME
   

Liaison Man Man
Over half a century, Salik Ram has persuaded almost 500 dacoits to lay down arms.

 
SOCIETY & TRENDS
 

Leisure Storeys
Cinemas, hotels, game arcades all rolled into one.


 
CINEMA
 

Greenback Revival
Kolkata is getting a new polish with expatriates providing the finance for productions.

 

 
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Djinns and Sins in Mymensingh

Taslima the girl poignantly protests against Islamic rigidities

Perhaps Taslima Nasrin has been a little disingenuous in calling this an autobiography. It reads much more like an autobiographical novel, although not one of the genre written by Indians in English, where the tedious events of their adolescence are served up in a thick soup of adjectives.

There is nothing tedious about Nasrin-already in exile- and My Girlhood contains enough dynamite to offend her family for life. To put it mildly, this is a real cracker of a book and Gopa Majumdar deserves the highest praise for the excellent translation.

MY GIRLHOOD: AN AUTO- BIOGRAPHY
By Taslima Nasrin
Translated by Gopa Majumdar
Kali for Women
Price: Rs 350
Pages: 324

The girlhood Nasrin describes takes her up to the age of 13. It is not just her story but that of her parents, grandparents and the vast array of friends and relatives who made up her family circle. Nasrin's family lived in East Pakistan, and in the first chapter, where you might imagine she would describe her own entry into the world, she avoids the predictable and instead starts with the birth of her country Bangladesh when, as a small child, she and her family had to flee the town of Mymensingh to escape Pakistani forces.

Nasrin is an expert at suspense and the twists and turns of her family drama-from the period of the British Raj to the assassination of Sheikh Mujib-ur Rehman-surprise at every turn. She has no shortage of plot and so can keep her stories unfolding at a breathless pace. She has no need to take refuge in descriptions of grotesque sex or the artifice of magic realism. Instead, her observation of domestic life in Mymensingh, together with the fertile ground of a child's imagination and the colourful nature of the people surrounding her provide her with all the inspiration she needs.

She portrays her characters in all their complexities and they provoke sympathy, no matter how many beatings they give, who they sleep with or how much foolishness they commit. Nasrin draws her readers in, effortlessly making them feel part of her family.

We watch her mother from the age of seven as she revels in school, is forced to leave her studies to get married, grows insecure because she is dark and uneducated and her husband is fair and a doctor, and as she turns to a superstitious brand of religion. Nasrin's father, son of a farmer, loyal to his village, becomes more and more distant and, unable to communicate his love for his children, tries endlessly, and fails, to make them live up to his dreams by force. Her Nani, solid, reliable and intelligent, has to cope with and control a wandering, hopelessly unworldly husband, who would give away every last piece of property if he could.

Nasrin, of course, would not be Nasrin if she were not controversial. The little girl in this book grows up just a little and starts to question. She questions in particular not her father's Islam, which is at home with modern science, but her mother's endless homilies about Allah and the Prophet, about djinns and sins. Seldom have there been more devastating portrayals of false gurus, than that of the hell-fire breathing peer whose disciple her mother becomes. Without preaching too much herself, the author illustrates how girls are treated by different standards than boys, and little Nasrin questions this too. By the end of what one must suspect is only the first volume of "autobiography", the little girl has grown breasts and has become recognisably the Nasrin who will be forced out of her country because she takes on those who cannot countenance dissent.

NEW RELEASES

Splendid Plumage: Indian Birds by British Artists
By Jagmohan Mahajan (Timeless, Rs 2,500)
Sixty reproduced plates and lithographs plus an introduction to 18-19th century bird painting in India.

Branded by Law
By Dilip D'Souza (Penguin, Rs 200)
What it means to be born in a community once branded "criminal".

Colonial India and the Making of Empire Cinema
By Prem Chowdhry (Vistaar, Rs 450)
How ideologies were construed by films on the Empire.

Mitrachi Goshta: A Friend's Story
By Vijay Tendulkar (Oxford, Rs 195)
A play on the nature of love-hetero and homosexual.

The Sign of the Tiger
By Rudolf Hartog (Rupa, Rs 395)
Subh as Chandra Bose and his legion in Germany


 
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