Author: Mridula Koshy
Publishing Company: HarperCollins Publishers
Price: Rs. 499
With IndiBlogger’s “Pick a Book” offer and my inquisitiveness for the literary work made me order this literature fictionby Mridula Koshy.
This thick book of 350 pages has been told in 3 days (18-20 May 2004) at the United States & South India, and travels onto the past & the future. A melancholic tale of a woman- who relinquishes her four-year old son & her son- who struggles for a story that will allow him to live, this story leaves you with a grief-stricken silence that its main characters: Annakutty and Asa Gardner possess with time till the end.
Annakutty abandons her four-year old son born out-of-wedlock under coercion, and regrets her decision lifetime. She waits for her son on deathbed, and at the same time her son who dwells faraway at the U.S. lands in Delhi to explore the details in apropos of his past which would meet him his biological mother. Whether their patience releases them from their past or leaves them apart, you unfold your own.
Ah! This narration has, indeed, checked my patience that how far I could carry on with the melancholy. It’s been written in a certain way that after a time you might get jaded, but even then you keep it up for the disclosure of climax where every next situation garnered up a muddle against it.
This story doesn’t belong to only Annakuty & her son, but it’s also a story of Saramma, Mrs. Oster, and Marge.
I observed that a few of paragraphs might be done without which I felt just add-on the pages. Like the one where Tessibaby was travelling on plane, and some other paragraphs on: menstruation, smooching, breast, and sex. Though, they were add-ons, but I didn’t feel the book has anything to do with intimacy as commented by Jeet Thayil on the back of the cover page.
But yes, the book tells us that how people are so much obsessed with beauty, where black is always ugly.
Also, a few of grammatical errors, esp. punctuations, make you baffled with what the author is really conveying. And, if you aren’t acquainted with the South Indian language, it might take time to get that Annachechi was referred to Annnakutty.
Notwithstanding that, the story engages you till the end and leaves you perplexed. It believes that one should remember not only the things that have happened but also the things that are going to happen. It’s a story that holds optimism under the shadow of dark clouds. It deserves to be read, but you won’t read it again for its gloomy tale.