Saturday, December 2, 2017

A master story-teller

Just finished reading When we were orphans (2000) by Kazao Ishiguro. I had read only of his novels earlier. The Nobel prize for literature no doubt renewed interest. Views expressed talked about deliberate vagueness left by him in his work while he writes about Japan and England to keep the reader guessing.
Well, there is no vagueness about the above book. It is a finely crafted novel which slowly unravels the story. It is a meandering tale but Ishiguro ensures that reader's interest does not flag and s/he wants to turn the next page or start the next chapter. It is a very satisfying experience as we readers get our due. The writer is working for us, ensuring that we remain engaged.
The plot involves Christopher Banks, known as Puffin in his family circle who is forced to leave Shanghai after losing both his parents in mysterious circumstances. He joins his aunt in England and joins an elite school. He realizes his passion for detective work and solves the mystery surrounding his parents.
I will not reveal the mystery but I will give clues. The setting is in 1930 - 1937. It involves efforts of Chinese authorities to curb opium trade and Puffin's mother tries to lend help which has disastrous consequences for herself and her family.
Opium trade immediately brings to mind Amitava Ghosh's Sea of poppies and its two sequels in which Ghosh is unable to sustain the narrative in spite of a brilliant beginning. Ishiguro on the other hand, is in full control of his story. He has meticulously planned everything and as a master of his craft he creates, builds and sustains our interest throughout.
The narrative does flag in places but after skipping a few paragraphs/pages, the reader is back with him.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Eight-hour song

Economic and Political Weekly (EPW) issue of 29.4.2017 edit laments that even trade unions have forgotten May Day now. In 1867, on May 1, in Chicago, four workers died while agitating, in a mass protest, for an 8-hour working day and in its memory 1st of May used to be remembered all over the world as labour day.
Our world has forgotten an 8-hour working day. Every person working in the new economy as also in the informal economy and agriculture will be happy to have one and lead a more balanced life. But how will it come about?
The editorial quotes 1 stanza of the eight-hour song:
We want to feel the sunshine; we want to smell the flowers;
We're sure that God has willed it, and we mean to have eight hours.
We're summoning our forces from shipyard, shop and mill:
Eight hours for work, eight hours for rest, and eight hours for what we will.

Sthal, a Marathi movie

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