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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...

The Dentist’s Chair       I dreamt of the dentist’s chair, that it wore a smart pair of formica trousers and leant itself back in smiling delight when you sat into it, wanting for nothing but the pallid creases in the backs of your knees, and a bead of sweat to follow the seam, implying that the only viable way to this is through your teeth   And before we left and walked out between the narrow grin of two tall buildings we began crying with happiness at the X-ray of your teeth, bleached out and nailed to a light-box on the wall ­– how they’d never been asked for their impression on matters until he took the alginate mould, just decaying stoically in your mouth’s dark, but how on the wall they wailed   And now when I turn back to look at you on the street, I see how the brightness of the X-ray has impressed upon my eye and it is present as the tulips flirting on a canvas mount above the dentist’s head, as an extra tooth behind the upper row that is nudged with a tongue’s nervousness, as someone else’s contented child quietly enjoying the just macaroni and butter at the end of the kitchen table as you get on with the chores   But here the dream’s smile began to get a little wan and my own teeth began feeling ratty and the surgery was becoming something we had only remote knowledge of – like the toxic passage of carcinogens chancing their way past your teeth through your knees, and this could be a language the dentist’s chair speaks       Sky Pavilion       We trust the power lines to run forever overhead to cover our intimacies and itineraries: taxes and car stereos   schools that double as evacuation halls a man who will dutifully come to fix the wires when we don’t see him there is always one like him to call   Just before the envelope is torn in a village some miles down a boy is testing his voice on the comfy confine of his childhood bedroom letting himself fester for the first time   He

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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Issue No. 9

Ordinary Voids

Ed Aves

Patrick Langley

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Issue No. 9

I am standing in a parallelogram of shrubbery outside London City Airport. Ed is twisting a dial on his Mamiya...

Art

September 2011

Interview with Marnie Weber

Timothée Chaillou

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September 2011

Los Angeles-based artist Marnie Weber has spent her career weaving music, performance, collage, photography and performance together into her...

Art

February 2013

Haitian Art and National Tragedy

Rob Sharp

Art

February 2013

Thousands of Haiti’s poorest call it home: Grand Rue, a district of Port-au-Prince once run by merchants and bankers,...

 

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