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From
the arresting opening line of Indra Sinha's vivid second novel
("I used to be human once"), the voice of Animal,
the narrator, leaps out to grab you by the throat. Bawdy,
irreverent and smart… Animal's People - part coming-of-age
Bildungsroman, part vicious critique of corporate terrorism
- is a bold and punchy tale.
New Statesman |
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Every
now and then you come across a novel so honest that it leaves
you gasping for breath - like a blow to the solar plexus.
The emotion is raw, the story honest and the language simply
that of the people. You know that once you start reading it
will break your heart and yet you keep turning the pages because
the story has to be told.
Indian Express |
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| At
its best, Sinha's writing is a blade gleaming in the moonlight.
And the novel, for all its pain, is a work of profound humanity.
The Guardian |
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It
is language that is the real hero of this Man Booker-shortlisted
novel. The polyglot Animal communicates in an exhilarating torrent
of words, a ridddling rush of English, French, Hindi, poems, puns,
scatologically infected taunts and curses. His own uncanny ability
to hear the thoughts of all creatures gives speech to insects,
unborn foetuses and the dead. The effect is glorious. If the status
of our humanity depends on our ability to communicate, then Animal's
tongue belies the name he bears. At once playful, pitiless and
moving, Animal's People stands as a testament to the courage and
resilience of India's poor.
Times
Literary Supplement
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Erotic
misery and fear drove Anne Enright's divided Dublin clan
in the family drama that pipped McEwan to the Man Booker:
The Gathering (Cape, £12.99). Discomfiting
comedy and nimble, flab-free prose render her book far more
of a dark delight than its bleak reputation would allow.
But another Man Booker-shortlisted novel trumped even Enright
in the art of plucking literary pleasure out of human pain.
Indra Sinha's astonishing Animal's People
(Simon & Schuster, £11.99) gave the Bhopal gas
disaster of 1984 the artistic monument it has long deserved
through the salty, scabrous monologue of the survivor-hero
"Animal".
Boyd
Tonkin, The Independent
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Eleanor
Stride is currently at the New York Studio School having spent seven
years studying sculpture at the universities of Bologna and Athens.
My interview with this exciting and powerful young sculptor will
follow soon.
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