This is a terrible piece of writing. Terrible in its truthfulness, in the feeling it evokes, in its ability to both ask a question and then conclude, without question, that there was no solution to his pain. It left me feeling weak and angry.p4 IA reviewing a passage written by Edward Said on exile
I can imagine Anosh Irani reclining on long divan, in a hot pink dressing gown, waving his cigarette holder, regardless whether it contained a cigarette, lit or not, and sipping occasionally on something green, uncertain of whether to be offended or delighted to have his own words applied to this collection. Before he uncoils I must hasten to assert that I meant no offence to his integrity (as I am am sure he did not to the esteemed Edward Said). AI is a beautiful writer. I did not feel angry with this book nor its author. I did feel a little dispirited and weak.
Should I consider myself lucky? That I have the time? That I don't, or choose not to, rush to an office and sit in a cubicle, which is just another version of a grave? p9
Anosh Irani has been dividing his time between his homes in India, his birthplace, and Canada, his chosen place of exile. The 7 stories presented here are bookended with freewheeling observations on his particular life and outlook. By far I preferred these snapshots of his reality which he has titled Translated From The Gibberish Parts One and Two, to the stories. There is something desperate and stale that links the characters in these stories even more than their individual shame. There are enough holes in their stories to let the the light stream.
What is a short story collection? Writing about characters that don't deserve novels. Lives so insignificant that they can be summed up in a few pages....We are two short stories facing off, staring at each other, wondering how we could become novels. p202
The discerning reader will know right away that that notion is poppycock. AI has written several novels and in fact treats his lowly characters with a genuine reverence and respect. A good short story can encapsulate a life. Especially when it includes music.
music could get you in an instant, it was the heroin of life, whereas books took their own sweet time and hardly gave you a lift. from the story The swimming Coach p43
Obviously not reading the right books. But where can a story go when it opens like this:
Abdul was too tired too chase the rat. p50
This from the story Behind the Moon which may be the saddest.
Because I try to avoid spoilers I will not even mention the story about the woman and the penguin.
Life goes on. Things keep turning. It would perhaps make sense if the world stopped, just for a millisecond, to help us feel a little less significant. p104
The stories do benefit from closer reading. They churn with circumstances and unrealistic expectations. They will break your heart slowly if you let them.