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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...

I had been sent back from the city in disgrace, back to my parents’ house in the country It was a traumatic experience Though not as traumatic as what had preceded it   My parents’ house was a squat, sprawling thing painted light pink Elaborate grounds sank into the landscape around it In the garden, a turquoise pool was sludged with leaves and dirt which my father hoovered every other day I listened to the sound of it from my old room on the top floor, spread-eagled on the bed with the white crochet covers, where I thought about P and wept I had been allowed just one small keepsake, and only that after I had really pushed for it A passport photo of his sallow moon face His brows knitted over his eyes He was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life, six foot five and silent as a column I wondered what would happen to him now And yet I already knew – he had become infatuated with someone else She was his childhood sweetheart, invited over to the house by his mother when he had gone back to visit I had not been allowed to visit with him The other girl’s hands, what had been done to them, looked expensive He had shown me photos of her as if to say: look, give up all your hope Which at least saved me the trouble of rooting around in a debased manner to find the pictures myself He was kind like that   P had been the one to ring my parents too Soon they arrived in their roaring car, big enough to seat six My mother cried, and my father wore sunglasses but I’m sure his eyes were watering too, with the shame I told them once I was sat in the car that I could have taken the train, that I wasn’t a fan of all this fuss either I could have packed up my suitcase and come back quietly  But my mother would not think of it   –   My mother implied that when

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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The White Review No.3 Editorial

The Editors

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In the course of putting three issues of The White Review together, the editors have been presented with the...

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I cough while the technician tinkers with the projector, although the two are not related, and I wonder why...

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Dame Paula Rego introduces me into her North London home with a crooked smile and a plate of biscuits....

 

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