All tagged women writers
My violin was born in 1696, the year Peter the Great became Tsar of Russia. It’s seen off Napoleon, Queen Victoria, Stalin, Mao Tse-tung, two world wars, and, so far, the atomic bomb. People come, people go, violinists live, violinists die, empires rise and fall, and the violin lives on, washed from shore to shore on the tides of wealth, fortune and history. This is but a speck of time for my Strad.
It is an epic story, not because of the geographical reach, but because every family story is epic in its own way. It is epic, not because of the backdrop or historical context, or the world around it, but because a family unit can be so far apart yet cross (metaphorical) miles to come back together. That is what makes the book both epic and universal.
“This war has given her a real boost. You can tell by the way she holds herself more upright now, none of the slouching shoulders and moping face…”
for all that you have heard about the explosive economic development in India, Kumar also introduces us to the inevitable social changes that come with that development and its profound impact on a culture that doesn’t quite know how to handle it.
She is alone and an insomniac who falls asleep listening to the “low murmurings about road traffic accidents of drunken altercations outside Level 2 Nightclub on All Saints Passage, all of which she can safely ignore because they are far too lowly for the Major Incident Team,” on an unauthorized police radio on her bedside table.
