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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...

To Enrique Fierro and Ida Vitale—   Just like you, muchachos, I didn’t believe in ghosts, and if I’d heard then one of the stories I tell Mario now, I would have said poor guy, and then I would have added, fully convinced, he’s crazy, or maybe, he’s pretending to be crazy or he’s lost it, or better yet, he’s loco, and the world, muchachos, listen up, this world is an endless black joke, but at least I – I don’t know about you – but I, officer Warren Sutpen, ex-nightwatchman of the glorious Harry Ransom Center of the University of Texas, here, at my forty-some years and ready to respond to the call, still find myself saved   Saved from who or what? I don’t really get it I don’t get it now, and I didn’t before And the thing is, before, say, a shitload of years ago, I didn’t talk like this For example, not six months ago, the word ‘joke’ meant something funny to me, like ‘just kidding’, or ‘playing a trick’, and ‘black’, I mean, ‘negro’, was just a little word I couldn’t use, no, never ever, not to talk about los pinches negros, for instance (Mario, my psychologist, calls them ‘African-Americans’, and if they’re Chinese, they’re ‘Asian-Americans’, and if they’re Latinos, he calls them ‘Hispanics’ and if they’re Hindus he calls them ‘Indians’, and so all this networking or whatever it is seems to go really well for him, since he says everything in this nice, musical way that I just can’t imitate whenever he corrects me with his perfect accent and the manners of the white Texan he actually isn’t)   He also says two marvellous things about ghosts The first: Warren – he looks at me, I listen – is that they seem very real, but really, they’re the product of delirium, of a mental anomaly that’s perfectly controllable if only you accept it, and of course, Mario, I accept it, and moreover, I’ve made that very clear to all the fucking ghosts The second is that talking with them shouldn’t be considered psychotic

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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poetry

November 2011

Cooper's Hawk

Elyse Fenton

poetry

November 2011

My breath’s the wind’s breathless down-stroke hasty claw like the gnarred finger of juniper just now clambering for a...

Interview

October 2014

Interview with Jem Cohen

Steve Macfarlane

Interview

October 2014

Jem Cohen may be one of the quintessential New York filmmakers of our era. Peerless in his knack for...

fiction

November 2016

The Miserablist

Anne Boyer

fiction

November 2016

This vision was strongly nebulous, an indeterminate but bold reaction only because it was so much like one of...

 

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