Thursday, September 16, 2010
Where shall we go this Summer - A book review
This book is penned by the Sahitya Academy Winner - Anita Desai who is also the mother of the Booker Prize winner - Kiran Desai. I have come across these authors many a times, but reading their writing for the first time. I am not sure if I get the right thing what the author intended to say. My understanding of the book is right here for u to read. A very small read of just 150 pages made me feel so much for the plight of so many women who get used to their surroundings without any complaints. Sita - the protagonist of the novel alights on the Manori island with a baby in her womb and with her daughter and son on the Monsoon of 1967. She escapes from her daily routines of the busy Bombay life and tries to soothe her nerves down in the breeze and pleasant weather of Manori. Situated in Manori, her father's home has turned now into more or less a place which has only dirt and dust enveloped around it. The narration does not tell you clearly why is she fed up with her life and what was the reason made her run away from her responsibilities. The clarity in the reasons is dull because, those were not considered as some big issues in the Society we live.
Was she able to find the peacefulness and come out of her solitude in that island? Nothing happens dramatic in Sita's life at the end of the story. Her loyal and truthful husband Raman comes and takes her back once again to the same life. No domestic violence is thrust upon Sita nor is she losing her independence. But the daily chores of the kids fight, maid servant's duel, neighbour's gossip, the hurried city life - these all were few reasons for her escape to the island. To her dismay, the magical island then, didnot succeed now in giving her what she wanted. After sometime, she learnt that hiding all her fears and complaints and being silent to what all happening around her is the only thing she can do. Sita slowly gets used to her life and returns back to Bombay with her family. Is she happy in doing this or does she have no way other than doing this? No matter how many monsoon comes, she can only run away for a while from all this. She had to return back again to the same chores and she can only wait for the next monsoon to answer to the question - Where shall we go this Summer?. How many of us are like Sita who cannot express which suffocates them and not able to find the proper get-rid for it? We get used to complaints and fears and we live with it in this fast - turning life.