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Skye Arundhati Thomas is co-editor of The White Review.

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Interview with Bani Abidi

Interview

Issue No. 33

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Interview

Issue No. 33

In the three-minute short Mangoes (1999) by Berlin-based Pakistani artist Bani Abidi, two women sit next to each other on a white table, each with...

Art Review

February 2019

Simryn Gill, Soft Tissue

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Art Review

February 2019

I walked into Simryn Gill’s exhibition SOFT TISSUE at Jhaveri Contemporary on one of the worst days of an...

‘Y todo esto es mío y no lo es, y parezco judía y no lo parezco’ Margo Glantz, LAS GENEALOGÍAS   ‘So everything is mine and yet it isn’t, and I look Jewish and I don’t’ Margo Glantz, THE FAMILY TREE   FACES IN MY FACE It’s dawn, it’s October, it’s Berlin’s Tegel Airport, and I’m en route again to some European city I’ve got a cup of black coffee balanced in one hand while the other is pulling a suitcase, and since there’s no escalator, I get into the lift Riding up with me is a couple dressed for vacation Ripped jeans, polo shirts, tennis shoes, two massive suitcases He’s got a pirate bandana tied around his head I’m silent as the three of us ascend The pirate turns to me and, faintly smiling, asks if I’m Hebrew You are Hebrew, he says, like that, in English, taking it for granted that I am An odd way of asking if I’m Jewish or if I’m Israeli, conflating religious and national identity with the language Hebrew? I avoid the eyes of the pirate, who must speak Hebrew himself Why? I say, hearing the irritation in my tone, my voice breaking out in hives Do I look like I am? The pirate hesitates a moment, the smile still plastered on his face as he listens to me say that maybe my face looks Mediterranean (But what does it mean to be or look Mediterranean, I wonder now as I write?) I’ve spent years explaining that I’m not French Italian Greek Egyptian Spanish Turkish, that I’m not even entirely Palestinian, however much, the one time I travelled to Palestine, the trained eye of the Israeli security forces instantly detected my Palestinian origins Of course, Mediterranean, the pirate’s girlfriend says in a conciliatory tone, attempting to rescue him from his shipwreck But he smiles with absolute confidence and states it’s not just my face We Hebrews are very lazy, he says, you can spot us because instead of climbing stairs we take the lift Like you, he says, his teeth gleaming triumphantly Like me, I think, looking down at

Contributor

February 2018

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Contributor

February 2018

Skye Arundhati Thomas is co-editor of The White Review.

Bani Abidi & Naeem Mohaiemen, I wish to let you fall out of my hands (Chapter 1)

Art Review

February 2018

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Art Review

February 2018

Loneliness is mostly narrative. It also has an aesthetic: an empty tableau in which the lonely act is performed. In Naeem Mohaiemen’s Tripoli Cancelled...
The characters in We That Are Young reside at ‘The Farm’ – a sprawling house in New Delhi complete with its own topiary of fat peacocks, bulbous pink flowers with English names, Fendi furniture, and a room in which it snows at the press of a button It’s not far removed from reality – Antilla, the world’s first billion-dollar residence for a single family of four, is a 40-storey building that towers over the suburbs of South Mumbai, replete with a staff of over 600 people, its own electrical power grid, ten-storey parking for a collection of unusable vintage cars, and a room, of course, where it snows on demand In dialogue with Shakespeare’s King Lear, Taneja’s debut novel explores the lives of a family that owns a multinational conglomerate, ‘The Company’, to which each character’s fate (and inheritance) is inextricably tied We have our patriarch, the Lear figure, Devraj; his three daughters Sita, Radha and Gargi; and his right-hand man Ranjit’s two sons, Jeet and Jivan The embarrassment of riches makes for an irresistible, if outlandish, setting; Taneja vividly indulges our intrigue in the way the rich conduct their daily lives, letting her words ooze out their luxury – filthy, yet so desirable After a particularly gruesome scene in which Radha administers the plucking out of a man’s eyes, she steps back into her suite and calls for a pot of first flush Assam, and rose macaroons   A reinterpretation of Shakespeare is the perfect postcolonial conquest: he remains the epitome of the Western canon, patriarchal, and repeatedly failing to include representations of the ‘other’ without recourse to parody Mainstream appropriations of Shakespeare in South Asia, such as Bollywood filmmaker Vishal Bharadwaj’s trilogy Maqbool (Macbeth), Omkara (Othello), and Haider (Hamlet), have generally taken us to rural settings, wherein tragedy is relegated to a matter of the lower castes Taneja, a Shakespearean academic and human rights activist, eschews such stereotypes, and goes straight for the jugular: the innate hypocrisy of the Indian class and caste system ‘It’s not about land, it’s about money,’ states the first line of the book, taking
Preti Taneja’s ‘We That Are Young’

Book Review

October 2017

Skye Arundhati Thomas


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March 2015

Wedding Watcher

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fiction

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I strayed into the church on an impulse. It was a mistake to get off the bus in the...

feature

July 2013

Occupy Gezi: From the Fringes to the Centre, and Back Again

Alexander Christie-Miller

feature

July 2013

Taksim Square appears at first a wide, featureless and unlovely place. It is a ganglion of roads and bus...

poetry

Issue No. 19

Two Poems

Sophie Robinson

poetry

Issue No. 19

sweet sweet agency   the candy here is hard & filled & there is nothing i love more than...

 

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