-Breathless Embers in a Shroud of Darkness-
Review of 'Instruments of Torture'
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"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
Why must you read it?
-Come for the horror & stay for the shocks
-Twists at the end
-How low can we fall? Find out.
In 'Instruments of Torture' humanity is at its rock bottom. If a God were to read this book, They would be inclined to razing the grounds of the earth free of the monstrosity humans have become. Namita Gokhale, as she claims on cover page, might have found tenderness in Sanyal' s stories, I didn't. These stories are not meant to be tender. They are meant to display a race at its rock bottom. Such depravity you will find here, you might end up stripping the skin off the corners of your nails. Humanity is a wretched creation that has played havoc with its hormones and emotions. And Sanyal shows it in all its naked debauchery. No tenderness for your bleeding heart here. Come for the horror and stay for the shocks. For almost every story ends with a twist. It's not abrupt though. Sanyal nurtures the twist, keeping it out of your gaze but it's there in the periphery. She fattens it gradually and slits its neck at the end, spalshing you with its literary inky blood.
So what are the stories about? They are about characters who need or want love, recognition, acknowledgement or just acceptance. A dwarf man-kid is injected with hormones by his parents so they don't have to feel shame displaying him about. A boy is forced to mock by his Gyenocmastia to satisfy the bullies. A couple goes through divorce just after attending marriage councelling. Years later, a man comes across his crush. Two brothers try to forge a bond that's doomed to fail.
Intrigued? Find out more in the book. I am not going to tell you everything here.
Every story is a piece of clever and engaging storytelling but Sanyal trule shines in The Rack, The Phalaris Bull and The Iron Maiden. The Rack, the story that kickstarts the collection is a heartbreaking tale of an adopted boy who 'found a home with the couple, but could never find their hearts.'
Sanyal writes: "The feeling of loss that dogged him every moment and that came out in his sudden bursts of anger and crying jags had a name too: his mother called it 'ingratitude', his father called it the nature of a bastard child."
In a striking scene, Sanyal reveals the dry well that the mother has turned to, using a kajal pencil to line the undersides of the boy's eyes, the rough act making the baby bawl his head off.
The dressing up of a baby for puja feels almost vulgar, the boy who's called an 'it' is now bedecked in holy yellows and reds.
But the writer comes to the rescue of mother, without judging her. About her she writes:
"...Her marriage had long ago leached away any tender sentiment from her soul, and now this child demanded feelings that she did not possess. Raghu sought warmth where there was only winter, sought shade in a parched desert, and this left both mother and child constantly dissatisfied and suspicious of each other."
In The Phalaris Bull, a misshapen child weighs heavily on his mother's life. Rupak can't believe this is her child. This baby was supposed to be rainbow smiles and gossamer beauty. But it's:
"...An already shrivelled thing, ready to desiccate to the touch like the husked cocoon of some plump butterfly that had since flown away."
Himmat, the child, displayes a flint-lined heart: "To most regular pain, Himmat seemed immune. His mother's tears did not move him, nor did any of the oily supplement shots he got..."
When the next child comes, he is like 'the insides of a mithai shop'. "Himmat had come to understand the unsaid but viral difference between maternal love and maternal duty."
Himmat displays surprising affection towards his baby brother. But does it last?
Named after medieval torture devices, these stories explore the meaning and impact of the titles upon the lives of the characters that inhabit this world. These are the stories that subsume dry wells of despair and darkness. The author has rooted the stories deep in the human complexities. With every passing word, more darkness emerges, egging the reader on and on.
The twists that comes are not abrupt but organic and cultivated.
Buy it this festive season to cleanse your reading palate of all the gossamery stories.