Assured and accomplished, Pradeep Jeganathan's long awaited debut collection of short fiction is a spare, controlled meditation on the details of inhabitation: power and inequality, friendship and enmity, love and loss, violence and its memories. The seven interconnected stories span a near thirty years of his county's recent past; each traces a delicately textured frame of troubling, telling beauty, weaving together, with almost incredible economy, not the often composed image of Sri Lanka - a paradise isle where 'only man is vile' - but a life world, live and remembered, to be lived in again.
Lovely collection of short stories, some of them linked, others not, encapsulating life in modern Sri Lanka. Not exactly white-washed but it doesn't delve into the atrocities of the civil war but still gives us a sense of the danger and loss of the period. I felt the last story – At the Water's Edge – was the least strong of the collection. Would love to read more by this author.
No matter through which lense one looks at the situation in Sri Lanka, it is, for a lack of a better word, sad. Jeganathan's short stories portray this reality in vivid and heart-breaking colors, continuely astounding me as to how capable human beings are of inflicting pain on each other in the name of power, religion, color and ethnicity. I very much enjoyed the way one meets the same characters in different situations, and the connectivity of the stories. Wonderful!! A must read!!