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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...

   AZRAEL   at the age you are now your father’s body had built a nest for an angel   you    key stage two    couldn’t place why he coughed wingbeats    cried shameless   the year wisemen saw the stowaway photobomber in a radio wave   today   tapping forty   your neck convexes you bookmark testaments   nothing makes sense like a toddler walking around with your face hurling a sippy cup at the wall   this summer we’re home braising our skirting boards and the bees are brave   buzzing thickets comfort crushed shale into shade and you run to remember not all angels are hereditary   in one version god drops a leaf and seven billion eyes read your name   forty days later a test card   this summer we cling to our tvs like gastropods on a rock the land before time​ washes up on netflix   little foot’s mum is dead like simba’s dad is dead like bambi’s mum is dead like bastian’s mum is dead   if this is how we level up to protagonist you’d rather swim in the shadow of a demiurge   you swing your daughter dizzy in the garden to remember not all childhoods are hereditary   at the age you first met memory she spies her shadow   takes it everywhere   but watches mama dinosaur die dry eyed while you break on the black friday couch   four thousand wings trying you on for size wonder why your kid’s hypothetical loss stings   sharper than your lived one you ask your mother   she says when the angel came she couldn’t look directly at your grief   a wooden doll inside hers   you say kids are resilient   you were ok   she says you weren’t though   were you     T MINUS ZERO   it won’t matter if the water is hot or cold it won’t matter about the plastic tub for the placenta or which pyjamas when you lie on a floor next to the lift trolleys splash rocky down corridors each   contraction a red sun setting over and in you   rise out of water his eyes catching you falling into the room

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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Interview

October 2013

Interview with Nick Goss

James Cahill

Interview

October 2013

Nick Goss has emerged in recent years as one of the UK’s most feted young painters. Evoking indistinct places...

poetry

July 2015

About Blue: Velestovo

Tatiana Daniliyants

TR. Katherine E. Young

poetry

July 2015

About Blue: Velestovo   1   …when I say the name: Velestovo, I think of deep blue. Of blue...

Interview

February 2014

Interview with Lisa Dwan

Rosie Clarke

Interview

February 2014

In a city where even the night sky is a dull, starless grey, immersion in absolute darkness is a...

 

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