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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...

Interstate 95, September 2016   Celeste sat on the front seat wearing her black turtleneck sweater She had three sweaters: black, blue, and festive Celeste got carsick if forced to sit in the back seat She liked to sit in the front, upright as an Egyptian, eyes on the road The baby also got carsick but no position helped Eliot seemed to find the entire world abrasive   I glanced in the mirror Mimi sat with one arm around the infant seat, adding an extra fleshy layer of protection One of her eyes was lined in black kohl, the other bare Eliot must’ve interrupted Oddly, I preferred the bare eye, the pink lids curling petal-like Someone honked You’d think I’d have been better at keeping my eyes on the road after my father’s death, but the long traffic-clogged sweep rendered me indolent   ‘Hey, cheer up It might be cathartic Maybe you’ll get over avoiding an entire country’   ‘What?’   ‘Catharsis Meeting your mom Closure Yada Yada’ Mimi was smiling, in her I’m pretending to be an upbeat positive person way Her gestures of comfort were often sincerity masquerading as irony   ‘She’s a bitch, but so what? I said I’ll go I’ll go No big deal’   ‘Every time someone asks about art from Japan you turn them away If it’s a choice between your issues and the Waldorf crèche, I’d rather we wasted money on the crèche’   ‘It’s not just my mother, okay’ There were lots of reasons I didn’t deal Japanese art That market was saturated, and I didn’t like Tokyo You couldn’t eat on the subway, and they used soy substitute in their ice cream   ‘Oh?’ Mimi rubbed her neck, which had been giving her pain since the pregnancy   ‘I mean like you know the legend about how the goddess who gave birth to Japan had another child first’ Mimi cracked her neck, and irritation swooped through my knuckles ‘This baby of theirs, he had no bones Hiruko The name literally means leech child’   ‘Jay’   ‘So what did Japan’s mom do? She pushes this baby out to sea’   ‘Jay, you’ve told me this story already You told me after the first ultrasound’   ‘But you get

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

Issue No. 14

Interrogations

Rebecca Tamás

poetry

Issue No. 14

INTERROGATION (1)     Are you a witch?   Are you   Have you had relations with the devil?...

Interview

March 2017

Interview with Rodrigo Hasbún

Enea Zaramella

Rodrigo Hasbún

TR. Sophie Hughes

Interview

March 2017

Rodrigo Hasbún (born Cochabamba, Bolivia, 1981) has published two novels and a collection of short stories; he was selected...

feature

May 2012

Film: Palestine Festival of Literature

Omar Robert Hamilton

feature

May 2012

Resistance needs to be recorded. Resistance needs symbols: ideas that can travel faster than speech, last longer than memory....

 

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