The Remnants of Rebellion opens with Aleyamma coming home to her grandfather, Eesho’s house which she has inherited after his death. Eesho, leaves his granddaughter not just a house but a legacy rich with history and rife with secrets. A house whose history she knows nothing about.
The reader is ping-ponged between the present—Aleyamma’s story, and the past—Eesho’s life. The writer has managed to maintain a good balance of how much and when to reveal, often thrusting the reader into the past just when something interesting takes place in the present, and effortlessly yanking the reader back to the present when completely submerged in the past.
From the opening scene, the reader is hooked, the writer’s command of the language is excellent and the clever plot effectively keeps the reader rooted in his place. The reader is drawn in with skillfully crafted words and a story that will keep one turning the pages eagerly, uncaring about the passage of time. One moment the reader would burst out laughing, thanks to the many witty remarks and depictions (often of some of the characters), and the very next, the brow would crease, disturbed by the grimness of the scenes, of unfairness doled out to the downtrodden and marginalized. There are eye-misting moments that would make the reader pause for a breath, forcing one to do some soul-searching of one’s own. And then, there are moments when one is filled with shock and ire, unable to fathom that there was once a time, not too long ago, when society was divided into various factions and people were judged harshly for everything including religion, political inclinations, and even skin colour. The story talks not just about personal struggles but societal and political, too. And how rebellion is not just an external show of struggle, often paired with violence but an internal battle, too, of emotions and feelings one cannot comprehend.
The story is fast-paced, leaving the reader breathless with anticipation, knowing that the end is drawing near, both fearing it, and yet, thankful for it, too. For, the conclusion is a mysterious puzzle one cannot guess at. The closing chapter brims with emotion, scenes that would leave the reader heaving, suppressing tears and yet, relieved that the end is near. The immersive plot’s conclusion ties up all the loose ends, leaving one misty eyed while at the same time, easing the lips into a satisfied smile that would remain wreathed on one’s lips long after the last page has been turned and the book, closed.