I was also surprised by the kind of relationship she shared with her husband. Nair, a former managing editor of the widely-circulated Malayalam daily Mathrubhumi, and Nalappatt Balamani Amma, a renowned Malayali poetess. Clearly a highly intelligent complex person who led a restive emotionally unsatiated life. Because of it, Das did not have any issues with her romantic escapades. It touches more than once on the dark side that inevitably exists in everyone's life but most refuse to think so deeply about and more Her story. The strength of her conviction is quite surprising. But the big walls built around it prevented it.
Somehow, never laid my hands on it and therefore, never read. Its not about all the seemingly interesting things that have occurred in her life. On sedatives I am more lovable Says my husband My speech becomes a mist-laden terrain, The words emerge tinctured with sleep, They rise from still coves of dreams In unhurried flight like herons, And my ragdoll-limbs adjust better To this versatile lust. The malayalam is more complicated, may because I'm not used to reading more malayalam books. Deepa Babu marked it as to-read Mar 19, Neethu marked it as to-read Oct 19, Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.
This is one woman who never ceases to amaze me. They would shut themselves in a room and would behave as lovers. There is nothing stilted about the writing style of Kamala Das. Once again we are enthralled by this strange muse who dazzles us with her lyrical prose and her sensational thoughts, by the intimacies and confessions she yields, and the easy readings she resists. Its an honest story that leads you through the paths she's walked, her thoughts, feelings, mistakes.
The amount of enemies she earned within her family and community is the most shocking; people belonging to her own community tried to kill her using sorcery and even trying to stop her book from being published. However, I dearly enjoyed the glimpses of Malayalam culture and practices. At times I could see a slightest hint of an outspoken rebel who peeps in questioning the morality of Radha about her escapades with her paramour Krishna, branding her as an adultress whose sex life seemes untumultuous. The discrimination and feudalistic nature of the caste system and the masquerade of fake integrity to match the eye alone. When I first read it, about 15 years ago, the only scene that I remembered from the book was when Das her husband forcibly kissing her when they meet for the first time. One can not stand on moral judgement and say whether how she led her life and what she did or did not do, was right or wrong. This could simply be just the author, or my ignorance in order to avoid a clash of opinions.
Shipping charges vary from country to country. She was born on March 31, 1934 in Malabar in Kerala, India. Notify Me We will send an email as soon as we get it in stock. Though an autobiography, it reads as a fanciful story of a whimsical and vain woman. She has no qualms in revealing the dark undercurrents in society covered by the decorous fabric of traditions and morality. In 1984, she was short-listed for the Nobel Prize for Literature along with Marguerite Yourcenar, Doris Lessing, and Nadine Gordimer. That bit irked me a little as no one will make anyone's dreams a reality.
Padmanabhan, Thakazhi Sivasankara Pillai, Malayattoor Ramakrishnan, Uroob, O. The author's loneliness is clearly evident and at times she sounds like a bored affluent housewife who is marinating in self-pity. It is difficult to say how much of it is true as she tends to tease the reader with a story only to reveal that it was all along a work of imagination. In brief, it isn't like any other autobiography that inspires you to live in that person's shoes. This volume is further proof that here is a writer who will not go gently into the swirling mists of easy oblivion but will continue to haunt this world and the readers she so loved to enthrall. Her concepts about sex, love and relationship may seem borderline disgusting to the uninitiated.
It is evident in her audacity to open herself in a culture that is still way too orthodox despite the high educational standards that they maintain. He would if he could Sing lullabies to his wife's sleeping soul, Sweet lullabies to thicken its swoon. The This autobiographical work was considered overly explicit when it was first published in Malayalam in 1973. But then that was only fleeting. The memoir was far ahead of its era and has been widely acknowledged as a great work from the side of the author. But it is an interesting read for people who love to explore the depths and corners of a vast ocean known as the human nature. But as all others the focus, when tweaked on such instances were limited to the woman in question and never about men, which left me questioning the internalisation of applicable morality in women's lives.
Many thoughts becomes clear and assumes different dimensions. She is the daughter of V. It's so true while re-reading a book too. We used to walk aimlessly along the quiet Panday Road or cross the Cuffe Parade to walk towards the sun. During the war period, where the city was disturbed with gun shots and sirens, she mentioned I want to take this weeping city in to my arms and wants to sing soothing songs to console the city not to disturb its peaceful sleep was one of the brilliant ways she expressed her love and affection towards society. We did not have a place to rest.