Language | English |
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ISBN-10 | 0-14-309961-2 |
ISBN-13 | 978-0143099611 |
No of pages | 326 |
Font Size | Medium |
Book Publisher | Penguin India |
Published Date | 04 Aug 2006 |
Srividya Natarajan, born in Chennai, now lives in Canada and teaches English at King’s University College, University of Western Ontario.
At the University of Hyderabad she became interested in the caste politics that are central to No Onions, parented both her own son and the snakes her husband brought home, and earned a Ph.D. in English.
After a year as an editor at Katha Publishers, she began to illustrate children’s books for Orient Longman, the Karadi tales Company and Chatterbox.
Her favorite projects were four books in Tulia’s Under the Banyan series, now translated into six Indian languages, and Kali and the Rat Snake.
She co-authored Taking Charge of our Bodies, on women and health issues, with Veena Saturnina and Gita Ramaswamy (Penguin India, 2004); and co-directed Silambakoodam (2002), a documentary on the hereditary dance teachers of south India.
A student of the great dance master Ketapang Pillai, she has taught and performed classical dance for over twenty-two years in India and abroad. Her ambition is to combine writing her second novel with living in a tolerably clean house.
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Amandeep, Murugesh, Rufus and Sundar are bucks who talk dirty for the same reason that they remove the mufflers from their motorcycle exhausts—it makes them feel like men. Like libertines. To their hormonal despair, when Professor Ram stages his remake of A Midsummer Night's Dream at their college fest, he casts these four as fairies.
The farce that follows gradually takes over the lives of the rest of the characters in this achingly funny novel about the pratfalls that accompany caste pride. On and off the campus of Chennai University, you will encounter onion-and-garlic-free Tam Brahms who rewrite Shakespeare to uphold the Hindu order, smug NRIs who call the shots in matrimonial,
visiting Canadians who are aghast at the plight of Dalits (pronounced ‘daylights') and, at the apex of the whole tumbling structure, a bibulous builder who invokes the gods even as he defrauds his clients. Tailing the characters around this plot is an unseen but all-seeing spectator. You may never guess who that is, but will laugh all the way to the answer.