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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 first glimpsed the Potala Palace behind the bending legs of a prostitute She swayed, obscuring a vista of the Dalai Lama’s vacant home with the taut sail of a black dress rigged from her hips, eyes closed, face contorted into a mask of transcendence and passion, belting out a Tibetan folk song somewhere in downtown Xining, an urban barnacle on the Eastern edge of the Tibetan plateau The karaoke TV screen panned across Lhasa, the Potala Palace and ethereal valleys spoiled by scrolling lyrics and a digital dot measuring their progress There aren’t enough lukewarm beers on the tray in front of me, I thought, to wrangle this scene into the pen of ‘sense’ This was not how I intended to begin my Tibetan journey, but then the unintended and unexpected are the stimuli of travel, delight or horror the effects Let the sober ombudsman of the morning work it out, I thought   A Welshman, a Monguor and two Tibetans walk into an euphemism, that’s how the night’s joke began Heard that one? A classic Here, listen to this   ***   I was disturbed from a nap by my effervescent hostel room-mate, a twenty-something Monguor anthropologist Did I want to play basketball with him and his friends? I did, and followed him to a modern university campus lit by a chromatographic sunset of pinks, oranges and blues Beer and a heavy meal of spiced mutton followed humiliation by the skillful pivots of my Asian friends Come to the karaoke club, was the next suggestion The compass needle in my guts twitched towards, ‘Euphemism: brothel’, but curiosity juggled its bag of magnet: the company was far too good to abandon for bed and rest ahead of the next day’s long ascent to the Tibetan plateau proper The club’s lobby was an oblong room with a long bar Sagging from the walls were garish posters of tropical scenes faded by time, smoke and the low pink lights Kitsch exoticism of golden sands and palm fronds in this poverty-locked, politics-locked, landlocked lobe of Central China, where local exoticism winked at me

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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feature

November 2012

Life outside the Manet Paradise Resort : On the paintings of Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

Orlando Reade

feature

November 2012

*   A person is represented, sitting in what appears to be the banal and conventional pose of a...

poetry

February 2013

Redacted, Redacted

Les Kay

poetry

February 2013

Here the censorship, which you’ve taught yourself, is self-inflicted (low sugar, low fat); it begins with the swinging shadow...

fiction

March 2015

House Proud

Amelia Gray

fiction

March 2015

It’s harder to leave your burning home after you’ve spent so much time cleaning its floors. Watching those baseboards...

 

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