How to tell a Shattered Story?
By slowly becoming everybody.
By slowly becoming everything.
Would we be able to acknowledge the terms a book sets? The lines in the sonnet toward the finish of The Ministry Of Utmost Happiness—How to recount a smashed story?/By gradually getting to be everyone/No. By gradually getting to be everything—are a coda. Arundhati Roy, I accept, is cautioning us: This is not the novel in a frame you know it. This is an examination. Each English writing sophomore realizes that innovation cleared over the substance of dialect so as to speak to a cracked world. Postmodernism should be a reaction to that and to the new various universes we were producing without knowing it. Imagine a scenario where the world appears on the purpose of exploding at consistently. How might you recount a story, a shape that requests a specific account, a structure, a faith in the objectivity of the result of activities, when surrounding you, nobody even needs to be normal?
So here’s my inquiry. What shape can contain the numerous multiplicities of India? The appropriate response has dependably been: Focus. Penetrate down. Locate that one story that can resound. Be strongly individual and let this wind up noticeably political.