Sunday, February 14, 2021

Premise: Whore by Kuzhali Manickavel Reviewed by Farah Ahamed


Whore by Kuzhali Manickavel

Reviewed by Farah Ahamed


Mind, Memory and Music in Kuzhali Manickavel’s ‘Whore’


There are many reasons why I enjoy Kuzhali Manickavel’s writing; most of all for its humanity but also for her experimentation with tense, point of view, and irrealism. In her work, the reader slips in and out of different versions reality, one moment feeling intensely connected to the characters or narrator and the events taking place, but at the very next, estranged and bereft.
 
In her story ‘Whore,’ Manickavel explores how an emotional experience, music and memory are intertwined. At one level the story appears to be about the narrator’s experience of being sexually harassed for a month by a stranger on a bus, but it is much more than that. 

The first three lines of the story begin with, ‘I will,’ which suggests that Manickavel’s narrator is talking about a future event. However, we realise from the tone and the precise and minute details shared, that the incident has already happened. The effect of this blurry distinction between past and future leaves the reader speculating about what exactly happened to the narrator. At the same time, the reader also recognises that this is exactly how we cope with trauma. We try and process it through fear, denial, guilt, shame, anger and if we are lucky, we may even get to recovery and resistance. 

The first line of the story starts with the unnamed, female narrator directly addressing an unknown stranger in the second person, ‘You.’ The tone is conversational, but as the story unfolds, it becomes increasingly unsettling. The narrator says, ‘I will meet you on a bus.’ This is followed by a second line where the narrator says, ‘I will be thinking of the Pulveli song from Aasai when you will come up from behind and put your hand on my hand.’ 

The Pulveli song is an upbeat, happy song. I did not understand the Tamil lyrics, but as I listened to the melody while I read the story and wrote this essay, I was struck by the incongruity of the tune  with the subject matter of the story. But while contributing to magnifying the overall horror of the narrator’s experience, it also subtly emphasised that the narrator, even though she was terrified, was a survivor and a fighter; the rhythmic, positive musical vibe is a background to the narrator’s sharing what happened to her shows that the writing is in fact an act of courage and resistance. 

To return to the story, the third line reads: ‘I will not realise what you are doing until your hand is on the side of my breast and you are whispering ‘sexy whore’ into the back of my neck.’ This is a familiar story to which many of us will relate and we are put on our guard. We realise the story is bound to trigger our own painful memories. We might even think of stopping and not carrying on with our reading, but the narrator’s tone is compelling and we keep going. 

The narrator’s shock is heightened by the fact that how she imagined the harasser would look, is not how he does. Instead of   being ‘dark and dirty with red eyes,’ he has a ‘scrubbed face, white teeth and clean hands,’ and it is only because he has the cheek to wave at her, she knows who he is. The Pulveli song is mentioned again at the end of the first paragraph: ‘Everyone will laugh at this and I will laugh at them while the Pulveli song runs in a loop inside my head.’ In the narrator’s memory, the Pulveli song is now forever connected with the harrowing experience of being assaulted on a bus by a stranger.

In his novel, ‘Remembrance of Things Past,’ Proust examines the aesthetics of how the mind receives and forms impressions of music, whether heard for the first time, or recognised from the past. He explores what we recognise when we hear a tune, what we associate with it psychologically. For him the answer lies in memory. He says, ‘the mind assembles something that is no longer pure music but rather design, architecture, thought,’ which allows the actual music to be recalled. And to this list we can also add experience. For Proust, music recalled in one’s memory is tainted because it has become invested with private thoughts and significant emotional experiences. Similarly, for the narrator in Manickavel’s story, the Pulveli song can no longer be a joyful tune enjoyed solely as a pleasurable musical experience, but one she will always associate with being called a ‘whore.’

In ‘Whore,’ which also feels like a song or poem with four stanzas, the narrator tells how she tries to escape from reality and find comfort in the familiarity of the Pulveli song. She says: 
    ‘When I can no longer tell myself these things, I will stare out of the window with the Pulveli song in my head and think that you are right, I must be a whore because I am letting this happen.’ 

Even though the traumatic memory is associated with the Pulveli song, listening to it somehow also provides her solace. This is reassuring, until we find it is only temporary. In the penultimate paragraph, she says:   
    ‘I will dream of you…. People will laugh and pull the children out while the Pulveli song plays in the background.’ 

The Pulveli song haunts her; it is a trigger and she has no control over whether it could elicit an involuntary memory while she is awake or asleep. Nor can she restrict the memory – if she replaces the Pulveli song with another – every time she hears the new song, it will remind her of the Pulveli song and the associated experience. There is no escape. 

In the final paragraph of the story the narrator says: 
    ‘After a month, it will be over.’ 

Is she reassuring the reader, or is she still addressing the stranger, or is she talking to herself? We aren’t sure. But there is the same confidence in the short sentence that was apparent at the beginning of the story. However, as we know with Manickavel, nothing is certain, everything is constantly shifting. And so the self-assurance is short-lived. The next, much longer sentence, conveys nervousness and fear both in words and syntax: 
    ‘You will disappear and I will panic each time I see someone who looks like you.’ 
Simple words, arranged with a metric lyricism, to capture the narrator’s anxiety and dread –  is also familiar to those of us who know of similar experiences. 

One line on, the narrator says, ‘I will have the national anthem as my ring tone.’ The Pulveli song is has been replaced with the national anthem. What is the narrator trying to do? Can one erase a memory so easily? Does it mean every time she hears the national anthem she will have no recollection of the bad memory? Or will it always be a reminder that it replaced the Pulveli song in deliberate attempt to forget? The mind cannot be relied on to keep memories separate. 

Manickavel’s choice to write the story in the future tense was to show how the narrator tries  to convince herself that she will be able to erase the episode from her mind, while at the same time showing the impossibility of trying to control memory. The narrator says: 
    ‘I will tell myself that it is no big deal, that I’ll forget all about it one day. Sometimes this will make me feel better.’ 

But we know this is impossible. There is no forgetting. The edifice of memory is continually evolving, being assembled. As Proust said, ‘Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.’ Every time we remember something in the present, we further the memory through our current thoughts and emotions and then lay it down as an updated version. Which leaves us wondering; what exactly happened to the narrator when she was harassed? What was the psychological impact of it on her? Is she telling us exactly what happened? Or just how she remembers it? Reality is often worse than what we remember.

Manickavel has a tight control over the structure of her story. It reflects the passage of time, four paragraphs and four weeks, as much as she emphasises the slippage of it. The song, the experience, time and memory – are carefully layered into the story, just as they are constructed in the mind. 

Manickavel’s story vividly depicts the trauma of being sexually harassed in a public place. It also explores the ability of our minds to conjure up inner worlds. She shows how memories become associated with songs to give them personal relevance. She illustrates how a melody and an important emotional experience combine to form a memory. And she demonstrates the similarities between two ever-present fears: that of encountering the harasser unexpectedly and the threat of an involuntary memory creeping upon you suddenly. 

And what overall impression does the story leave on the reader? Will you ever be able to listen to the Pulveli song without recalling the groping stranger on the bus whispering ‘sexy whore’? 





Read Kuzhali Manickavel's 'Whore' in Out of Print 18, March 2018

Reviewer Farah Ahamed’s story Dr Patel, featuring the eponymous character, appeared in Out of Print 20, September 2015 and A Man of Talent , also about Dr Patel, in Out of Print 40, December 2020.

#Premise features Ahamed's review of Kuzhali Manickavel’s This is Us, and This is Us Outside.







Friday, February 5, 2021

LITERATURE at The KALA GHODA ARTS FESTIVAL 2021

 



LITERATURE at KALA GHODA
Curator, Indira Chandrasekhar

The Aryan Horse | Devdutt Pattanaik
Sat Feb 6 | 5-6 pm


An Instinctive Feeling of Innocence | Dana Grigorcea
Moderator: Jyoti Sabharwal
Sun Feb 7 | 4-5 pm

Out of Print Workshop - Love and Plurality
Workshop led by the Out of Print team: Indira Chandrasekhar, Vandana Devi, Zui Kumar-Reddy
Closed to public viewing. Workshop between participants.
Sat Feb 13, 2:30-4 pm

Passion and Plurality I: Mass Media and Culture | Ranjit Hoskote
Discussant Prem Chandavarkar
Mon Feb 8 | 4-5 pm
with the Bangalore International Centre


Passion and Plurality II: Intersection of Language and Culture | Audrey Truschke, Supriya Gandhi, Arshia Sattar
Moderator Rana Safvi
Wed Feb 10 | 7-9 pm
with the Bangalore International Centre


Beats and Cadences I | T M Krishna, Perumal Murugan
Moderator Nandini Krishnan
Fri Feb 12 | 4-5 pm


Beats and Cadences II | Ruth Padel, Shubha Mudgal, Jeet Thayil
With Ranjit Hoskote
Fri Feb 12 | 5-7 pm
with PEN | curated with Ranjit Hoskote


Out of Print Workshop - Love and Plurality
Workshop led by the Out of Print team: Indira Chandrasekhar, Vandana Devi, Zui Kumar-Reddy
Workshop participants read excerpts from their final work
Sat Feb 13, 3-4 pm







Saturday, January 16, 2021

Out of Print Short Story Writing Workshop For Literature at the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival

The Out of Print - Kala Ghoda Writing Workshop! 


The workshop is free and open to all stories written in English.


The rules are simple - submit a short story (2000 words give/take 200) on the subject of 'Love and Plurality'. 

Love with infinite possibility, love across gender, language, community and religion; love in any and all of its shapes and forms.


Participants:

1. are encouraged, indeed, must be willing to share their stories with other participants

2. be available to participate in the interactive session on Mon, 8 Feb, 3-4 pm.

3. be available to participate in the public session on Sat, 13 Feb, 3-4 pm where participants will present excerpts of their work and have a minute to highlight how their work gained from the workshop.


The stories will be judged by the Out of Print editorial team represented by Indira Chandrasekhar, Vandana Devi and Zui Kumar-Reddy and a maximum of 15 stories will be selected. The decision of the Out of Print team is final. 


The stories will be : 

1) Workshopped with the editorial team that will result in feedback on narrative, language, structure

Email interaction may begin between Feb 1 and Feb 6.


2) Peer reviewed at a panel where participants can gain feedback on their work from the other selected writers: 

- Each participant will be given 5-7 minutes in the Zoom workshop session that will be devoted to their work.

- Participants will present summary of their story in 30 seconds

- One of the editorial team will provide feedback.

- Other participants will provide constructive feedback.


3) Shared publicly at the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival 2021.

- Each participant will have 5-7 minutes to present their work

-During that time, they will

a. provide a 30 sec summary of their story

b. Speak about what they gained from the workshop

b. read a 1-2 min excerpt from their work


Last date for submissions : January 20th 2021, Midnight IST

Selected Stories Announced on : Jan 31st 2021, Midnight IST

Submissions should be cut and pasted into the body of an email and sent to outofprint.kgaf@gmail.com 

Subject line should read 'OofP at KGAF Workshop'. 

Only previously unpublished work will be considered.

Only one entry per participant.

The OutofPrint.KGAF team has the right to ask a participant to leave the workshop if they do not meet the necessary level to profit from the workshop.


We look forward to reading your work! 

Out of Print Editorial Team 


READING LIST

A growing reading list (optional) that may help trigger ideas for your story submissions:

1. https://indianculturalforum.in/2021/01/08/interfaith-marriage-the-constituent-assembly

2. https://www.outofprintmagazine.co.in/archive/june_2011_issue/Devdutt_Pattanaik.html

3. https://www.outofprintmagazine.co.in/archive/july_2019_issue/swethas-my-old-hometown.html

4. http://outofprintmagazine.blogspot.com/2014/07/dna-out-of-print-short-fiction-shruthi.html

5. http://outofprintmagazine.blogspot.com/2015/11/2015-dna-out-of-print-short-fiction_85.html

6. https://www.outofprintmagazine.co.in/lian-dousel_numbered-days.html

7. https://www.outofprintmagazine.co.in/archive/january_2020-issue/susheela-menon_mating-strategies-of-wild-dolphins.html


THE OUT of PRINT FOCUS SERIES:

Monday, November 16, 2020

OUT OF PRINT: TEN YEARS




COMING SOON



Out of Print: Ten Years

a curated compilation of stories from ten years of Out of Print




Thursday, November 12, 2020

Premise: Dom Teotónio by Maria Elsa da Rocha, translated from Portuguese by Paul Melo e Castro reviewed by Helga do Rosário Gomes

Dom Teotónio by Maria Elsa da Rocha

Translated from Portuguese by Paul Melo e Castro 

Reviewed by Helga do Rosário Gomes


Much has been written of the Indo-Portuguese culture of Goa and of the Goan, who grapples with the complexity of being raised in a Catholic and Portuguese-like environment, a culture that only be described as a divergent child of the original Hindu culture. Embedded in a deep-seated caste system and consequent glaring socio-economic differences, separated from her Hindu brethren by partially adopted European habits, the Goan Catholic straddles, melds but often also forcibly creates divides for herself. 

Starting from the early nineteenth century, a slew of Indo Portuguese writers has attempted to elucidate these conflicting identities, but none have woven such warm, flawed, struggling, often bigoted and yet quintessentially Goan characters as my aunt, Maria Elsa da Rocha. So many things favoured Maria Elsa’s becoming a writer of stories that were so different from those of her peers. Stories that deceptively flowed like the long rivers of Goa and lulled you into a ‘sossegado’ (peaceful) state until an undercurrent woke you gasping for breath. In life as in her stories, Maria Elsa duelled with her privileged status and large land holdings while so many were scratching the earth. As a young woman, she joined the legions of teachers of the Escola Primária (a network of Government run primary schools) and was posted to distant and seemingly quiet villages and dusty towns and even to Damão, a Portuguese enclave in Gujarat. But, even in the strait-laced society of that time, a bright and observant young woman could still wield the proverbial mighty sword, to spin a kaleidoscope of stories of superstitions, disease but also furtive romances and bandit-ridden roads. Raised in a family where dusks were spent lounging in spacious balções (as the extended porches of Goan homes are known), her ears tingled with long and tall tales offered by those with endless time on their hands. From here, springs ‘Dom Teotónio’ based on a narrative by her maternal uncle of the wedding of his father to the daughter of a Viscount. While Maria Elsa spins us into a world of opulence, luxurious palanquins, brilliant chandeliers and Zardosi panu-baju, she also exposes the meanness and bigotry of Dom Teotonio which furiously surfaces when the artisan Raiu fails to deliver the tiara that his bride will wear at their wedding. Here we see the disdain and disrespect that upper class Catholics held towards working class Hindus where they could desecrate a home or a place of worship with meat, a tainted legacy of conversions and the infamous Inquisition. 

While in the digitally connected world of today it is it is hard to imagine that women’s voices and stories were heard then, Goa afforded Maria Elsa many platforms. She narrated her stories to a multitude of listeners of the Portuguese radio program Renascença (Renaissance) aired by the All India Radio. Families gobbled their dinner so that the clank of crockery and cutlery would not mar Prof. Rocha’s powerful narration in Portuguese interspersed with Konkani. In the town of Margão, Maria Elsa was given free rein to contribute to the homespun newspapers that upper crust families produced. 

Maria Elsa’s stories, so true in their excellent translations by Paul Melo e Castro can serve as a blueprint for preserving the Goan way of life at a time when it faces relentless assault while also impressing the need to discard the sins of bigotry and economic injustices. 




Read Maria Elsa da Rocha’s Dom Teotónio translated from Portuguese by Paul Melo e Castro in Out of Print 38, December 2019.

Reviewer Helga do Rosário Gomes is author Maria Elsa da Rocha’s niece who authorised the story and is able to contextualise the historic references from the perspective of their family history.




Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Premise: This is Us, and This is Us Outside by Kuzhali Manickavel Reviewed by Farah Ahamed

This is Us, and This is Us Outside by Kuzhali Manickavel

Reviewed by Farah Ahamed


How to leave the reader disorientated and thinking ‘We are all responsible,’ Time and Point of View in Khuzali Manickavel’s 'This is Us, and This is Us Outside'.

The first time I read Kuzhali Manickavel’s stories I was left completely disorientated. I thought it must have been because I missed something, so I went back and reread them. But even the second and third time my head was still whirling. I felt on the one hand connected to the emotional centre of the story, but at the same time distinctly unmoored. The stories have a light, almost playful tone, but this is only an artful and skilful ploy to beguile us from the deeper issues at stake for the author. 

Take for instance her very short story, ‘This is Us, and This is Us Outside’, where none of the characters have real names. We are introduced to The Pepsi Girl (later nicknamed Capacity), The Girl with Razor Blades, The Gay Man and The Paracetamol Girl. The choice not to give proper names is curious; it suggests the characters could be anyone, or no one, fictional or real and makes you wonder what Manickavel was trying to hide or show. And why those particular names? Why The Pepsi Girl – was she wearing Pepsi-t-shirt? Did she look like a girl from the Pepsi poster? Who is she really? The same applies to the other characters.

The story begins with a confirmed time frame, location and action, and is told from the first  person plural point of view and also more unusually, in the future tense.

‘The Pepsi Girl will puke all over the table in fourteen minutes. We will watch her…’

But by the time we get to the second paragraph which is dotted with, dialogue predicated with, ‘she will say,’ ‘she will not say,’ ‘she will suddenly show,’ ‘she will go,’ ‘we will never,’ the reader is already wondering what Manickavel intends to convey with this host of  somewhat reliable characters, and a somewhat, unnamed, unreliable narrator.

The third paragraph is even more disconcerting as the story shifts from the plural to the first person single point of view. It has a few lines of sparse dialogue where the narrator casually introduces and dismisses an imagined or possible, rape scene.

‘I imagine The Pepsi Girl’s unconscious body being passed around a backroom where she is gang-raped by auto drivers, sons of politicians and hotel staff. “I’m sure she’s fine,” I say to The Gay Man.’

The narrator, rather than focusing on the shocking incident, makes a sideways comment about The Gay Man being the first person she’s ever met and how she will never forget him. The effect of this is to leave the reader wondering about what’s really going on, while at the same time, recognising and sympathising with the narrator’s state of mind: how often it is that we ourselves try to hide from thinking about difficult or emotionally inconvenient by focussing on something random. 

The fourth paragraph of the story employs both the first person plural and singular and even though the shift is seamless and nothing jars, still something makes us stop and reread the sentences and appreciate their syntax. The core of the dialogue is where the heart of the story lies and burns like a strong flame. We are told, ‘rape’ is an uncomfortable word, and ‘We will all feel responsible.’ This is the crux of it, both for reader and characters. 

The next two short paragraphs flit through the existential crisis of the characters, echoing Hamlet’s ‘to be or not to be.’ But here it is, ‘to die or not to die.’

‘At first we will decide that she did not die,’ while the paragraph that follows this one begins with, ‘Then we will decide that she did die.’ 

Both are written in the first person plural and give personal details about The Pepsi Girl, making her almost real and relatable to. But before we can get too close to the burden of dealing with the reality of rape and the inconvenience of it, the narrator quickly shifts our focus to thinking about The Pepsi Girl’s parents and how ‘We will be glad they are not our parents.’

The second last paragraph starts in the first person plural, but the second line shifts to the singular and concentrates on the narrator’s observations and thoughts about the ordinary. But then, unexpectedly, the paragraph closes with a casual racist statement from The Girl with Razor Blades, ‘And white women are such fucking whores,’ she says, to deliberately provoke the white woman at the next table who turns to look at them. The effect of this is to unsettle the reader, forcing us too, to take a closer look at the characters.

The story closes with a final paragraph of only one startling line, told in the first person plural, in the future tense. ‘We will only notice The Pepsi Girl fourteen minutes later, when she pukes all over the table.’ After a whirlwind, starting with ‘The Pepsi Girl,’ a girl without a proper name, and ending with ‘the table,’ a proper noun, we are left wondering what exactly happened to them and to us. 

The story is about the emotions of transitory relationships, and confusing, seemingly impersonal, yet lasting encounters which are so prevalent today. It explores how one relates to strangers and friends, individuals and families, and how thoughts arise naturally from observations and casual conversations to help us avoid thinking about what hurts the most. Manickavel’s short story is about the imagined rape and alcohol poisoning of a stranger. Or is it? 

The story will take you fourteen minutes or less to read. It will leave you reeling. And later you will decide, ‘We are all responsible.’ 



Read Kuzhali Manickavel's 'This Is Us and This Is Us Outside' in the first release of Out of Print, Out of Print 1, September 2010.

Reviewer Farah Ahamed’s story Dr Patel appeared in Out of Print 20, September 2015.


Link to #Premise


Thursday, October 1, 2020

Out of Print 39

Ten years ago, in September 2010, editors Samhita Arni, Mira Brunner and I released the first issue of Out of Print with hope that it would develop into an important platform for short fiction bearing a connection to the Indian subcontinent. I am proud that we have been able to do so. I am grateful to our designers and technical consultants, to the Out of Print editors for their sharp, critical engagement, to our sponsors Brothers Twain whose faith has meant everything, and to the artists and most importantly, to the writers and translators, and the readers who have supported us over the years.



For this edition of Out of Print, after much deliberation, I decided to honour the tenth year by doing what we do best, publishing short fiction selected from the diverse submissions we receive. 
We present ten stories in Out of Print 39. Although the world appears to be adapting to the presence of the virus and is teetering towards a new normal, a strange sense of alienation and isolation continues to pervade the stories. 

Nighat Gandhi was part of our first release ten years ago, so we are doubly pleasedto feature her recent, ‘The Void’ in this issue. Two women, friends, visit Sarnath early one Sunday morning – an unusual occurrence if the responses of the people around are to be believed. Told with a quiet distanced tone, the story explores loneliness, friendship, isolation and the ‘horrible, deep, gaping emptiness’ inside with extraordinary attention.  Also examining isolation, Charanjeet Kaur’s ‘Grilles’ takes us to an apartment building in Mumbai, where an older woman, whose age and illness keep her housebound, observes the difficult life of a woman who lives on the ground floor. When the two meet after the protagonist’s stint in hospital, they both laugh when the latter says to the former, ‘He cursed us both. Said that we are sure to infect each other.’ It is an extraordinary emotional moment in the narrative.

In Saudha Kasim’s ‘The Living Hours’, a young woman walks us through the complex landscape of grief that the loss of her mother leaves her with. She revisits the difficulty of caring for her sick mother over many years and the sacrifices thatentailed, the resentment at the selfishness of a woman whom she had thought of as a friend and business partner whose shallow words of caring mean nothing, and the anger that leaves her burning the air around her. The story leaves us with a profound impression of loneliness. Selina Sheth’s ‘In Three Months a Tree’ also addresses the loss of a mother, this time in the immediate aftermath of her death. She has been dead for three hours, after ‘eleven excruciating days of kidney dialysis and chemo’ that the daughter, clinging to hope, put her through. There are practical things that need to be arranged, priests who have no understanding of the depth of her link with her mother, cremations that have to be witnessed and the passing kindness of an officiating supervisor that finally allow her to moor herself and envisage a way to grieve her mother. Another story of loss, one that manifests in a bizarre manner is Barnali Ray Shukla’s ‘Return Gift’. Her mother-in-law has died, and the protagonist is all alone in an empty house. Or is she? The apartment speaks to her in her mother-law’s voice. As she stands at her mother-in-law’s bathroom mirror, she catches sight of something move behind her. The room has been cleared out and aired, yet she discovers the older woman’s dentures. And then, there is the smell. The narrative is twisted and atmospheric, and the ending, completely unexpected.

Manasi’s ‘Window unto Darkness’ translated from Malayalam by Rithwick Bhattathiri draws the reader spiralling into the protagonist’s despair and desolation. ‘Oblivious to the blossoming of the flowers … oblivious to the comfort from the blowing of the wind’, she catches sight of her husband and children sleeping and asks herself, as if she has control of what might happen, ‘Between the darkness and them, who will I choose?’ 

Equally intense, although evoking a different kind of emptiness, Alina Gufran’s ‘Orange Juice’ is about the unravelling of a young woman as she loses control, driven by her compulsive obsession with a man. Her ‘episodes of mania, anger, depression’, the ‘innocuous white pill’ followed ‘by thirteen hours of bleeding’ that rid her of her pregnancy, the ‘burst of star-shaped white light’ that incapacitates her with pain, all paint a picture of descent and despair.

Pranab Jyothi Bhuyan takes the reader into a world that is in complete contrast to the urban nightmare of the previous story. ‘Hidden Treasures’ is set in a village in rural Assam, and describes how Lakhiram deals with the extraordinary transformation of his daily existence when his wife becomes possessed by a Mata. Dawood Siddiqui’s ‘Love in the Time of Corona’ is a story that lightens the spirit with its irony, despite the dark setting and twisted plot. The main protagonist, a brutish police guard who bullies a passing doctor, encouraging his men to beat him up, and shouts at his young wife, must confront his vulnerability. ‘The Twice-born River’ by Swarnalatha Rangarajan is a story of hope. The misuse of the environment has destroyed a river. The village has stories with an ancient reach that explain why the river is gone. Until, one day a young man and his friends arrive to investigate the place, and he begins to ask about how the river was nurtured in the past and, ultimately, the river is reborn.


The cover image, created by designer Yamuna Mukherjee, is a conglomerate of the covers from the previous ten years.