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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...

It was when we were living near the southbound exit Maurice Echegaray had his company office on our staircase and there were three doors between his and ours If Mum met him on the stairs, he would tell her he was disturbed by the smell of cooking from the flats which got into his office through the ventilation ducts Mum used to reply that she wasn’t going to stop eating just so he could go on selling whatever it was he sold Every now and then he would give me these looks and every now and then I would stub out my cigarettes by his door There was a sign on it: Maurice Echegaray Trade Management The sign was made of gold-coloured plastic and smelt synthetic when you put your nose right up against it One time he pulled the door open just as I was doing exactly that He said, ‘You little bastard, you’re harassing me’ ‘Dream on,’ I said and he said, ‘Sorry,’ and I said the same thing over again, ‘Dream on’   He didn’t say anything more that time Just stood there watching me leave and his silhouette looked all narrow in the light from the stairwell window Whenever I met him afterwards – at the entrance or in the garage – he would keep a watchful eye on me, like I was vermin or just an insect, any kind at all   Apart from that there was not much happening on our staircase during those years A woman used to come and clean two days a week From time to time a pipe burst and there would be water on the floor Though if you said it to any of the old girls on the staircase, about nothing much happening here I mean, they would say things hadn’t stopped happening here for a very long time because all there ever used to be in our neighbourhood were sheep-pens, orange groves and an old china factory their old men worked in when they were young Then the cranes had come New facades, shiny facades, facades that reflected the sky

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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