Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Book Review for October2014 (II): Kathmandu by Thomas Bell

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Blurb

Kathmandu is the greatest city of the Himalaya; a unique survival of cultural practices that died out in India a thousand years ago. It is a carnival of sexual licence and hypocrisy, a jewel of world art, a hotbed of communist revolution, a paradigm of failed democracy, a case study in bungled Western intervention, and an environmental catastrophe. Closed to the outside world until 1951 and trapped in a medieval time warp, 

Kathmandu’s rapid modernization is an extreme version of what is happening in many traditional societies. The many layers of the city’s development are reflected in the successive generations of its gods and goddesses, witches and ghosts; the comforts of caste; the ethos of aristocracy and kingship; and the lately destabilizing spirits of consumer aspiration, individuality, egalitarianism, communism and democracy. Kathmandu follows the author’s story through a decade in the city, and unravels the city’s history through successive reinventions of itself. Erudite, entertaining and accessible, it is the fascinating chronicle of a unique city. 

Quotes of praise

 • ‘A narrative of an enchanting and troubling complexity. Tom Bell has thought through the history and contemporary reality of Kathmandu, and has written a great, subtle book, one as shadowed as Kathmandu’s alleys and as brilliant as its midday squares’—Teju Cole, author of Open City

 • ‘A wonderfully discursive account of the personal discovery of a great city. Looping through centuries and slaloming between journalism and history, memoir, mythology and gossip, Tom Bell has written a portrait of Kathmandu like no other, taking us from Manjushree to the Maoists via witches, colonial Orientalists, LSD cults, spies wars and old Serge Gainsbourg movies. A splendidly eccentric and enjoyable first book’ —William Dalrymple, author of Return of a King 

 About the author 

Thomas Bell was born in the north of England in 1978 and studied at Oxford and the Courtauld Institute of Art. After university he moved to Kathmandu to cover the civil war in Nepal for the Daily Telegraph, The Economist, and other publications. He was the South East Asia correspondent of the Daily Telegraph before returning to Kathmandu, where he lives with his family.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Book Review for October2014 (I): I was there by Saptadeep & Mamta


Blurb:  

Maansi, a simple village girl, trapped within the boundaries of family and honour, is in search for the answers to the queries that haunt her life. Reyaz, a medical intern, living under the burden of a complex relation, tries to understand a world that has failed to understand him. Their paths cross, but so do their stars and death seems the only escape. But what if death isn’t the end, but just the beginning of a journey that changes everything you know about yourself. Unfold the pages to embark on a soul-stirring journey of love, magic, hatred and spiritualism that winds its way through the dusty lanes of Haryana, leaving behind answers that humanity have always sought for.



About the authors:


Saptadeep Basu dons many hats in his life - he is an engineer, a poet, a blogger, an adventurer, a marathon runner and the list goes on. Born in West Bengal and brought up in Assam, his works reflect the freshness of the east. Despite his devil-may-care attitude about life, his literary works delve into the darker shades of subtle human emotions. Saptadeep graduated from NIT Silchar as a civil engineer in 2007 and is presently working with NTPC Ltd. 

Mamta Sharma is a social worker, a poet and a blogger but above all she is a keen observer of human behavior. Brought up in Haryana, she feels deeply about the atrocities of women in her part of world. Her writings are a call to women to break free from the shackles of patriarchal society and express themselves. Mamta graduated from M.D.U. Rohtak in 2011 and post graduated from B.P.S. Women University in 2013 and is presently in search of a new story.