Sivakami
is a ten year old betrothed to a doomed astrologist. The astrologist predicts
that the birth of his son will render his demise, and as he is a talented
astrologist, he does soon die. The rest of TheToss of a Lemon picks up quickly as the reader is taken on a journey with a
rebellious Brahman woman who simultaneously adheres strictly to her caste
traditions. The Toss of a Lemon
speaks to the reader in present tense for all six hundred of its pages, forcing
the reader to become engulfed in every tiny facet. While some readers may find
the amount of delicate detail cumbersome, the inquisitive ones will revel in
the glimpse into a culture otherwise largely glossed over by western education
systems. Through the span of three generations, Padma Viswanathan perceptively
describes the cultural changes in India from 1896 onwards. She does so through
the experiences and personal views of her characters, thus showing many sides
of the cultural shift. With a writing style evocative of Gabriel Garcia
Marquez, The Toss of a Lemon entertains
the intelligent reader through the trials of the declining caste system.
A particularly poignant
description of caste life is when Sivakami dons the widow’s whites, and has her
head shorn to become an untouchable throughout daylight hours. Viswanathan
writes, “As he lifts the first hank from her neck, Sivakami’s deprived body
thrills to the sensation, and the shame of this thrill makes her glad that he
is cutting it off” (65). Viswanathan’s simple portrayal of human emotion is a
large part of the draw of this novel. There is no character that enjoys a
well-defined role of either protagonist or antagonist. This, above all else,
creates a believable world into which the reader is drawn.
The closest Viswanathan
comes to an antagonist is through the character of Sivakami’s son, Vairum. Vairum
is the cause of his father’s death, though it was never fully explained to him.
Vairum is the complete opposite of his mother, openly rebelling at every chance
to the caste into which he was born. Though the modern reader will recognize
the canon of the rebellious child and generational shifts, Viswanathan brings
it home on a personal level. An example is when Viswanathan writes concerning a
court case which Vairum wins, “It wasn’t only the victory, though he wouldn’t
have enjoyed losing. It was the sense that he was on the side of fairness, of
modernity” (240). He seems to be the antagonist in the story because
Viswanathan spends so much time cultivating the story of Sivakami that the
reader is compelled to side with the antiquated views of widowed mother.
The Toss of a Lemon is a book in which the reader may lose his or
herself. It is a superb account of coming of age and the loss of and desperate
clinging to the ways of old.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Yarn Retreat
A soda cozy from the retreat. |
Hannah with part of my lace-knit cowl on her shoulder...and me. |
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
A day at Clear Lake
On the dock at Clear Lake |
I also identify trees in my spare time, hence the day pack. |
With the possibility
of it being my last one ever, I decided to actually do things this year for
spring break. Now, by things, I don’t mean a Caribbean cruise with hunky men
serving me mimosas in the middle of the ocean. If only. I mean, I went outside. That’s sort of a
simplistic way of explaining it. I have this assignment in my creative writing
class that I’ve been avoiding like the plague. Something about three book
reviews that I just…bleeegh. But also, there’s a portfolio due in that class by
the end of semester, which is coming up more quickly than I care to realize.
Since I’m writing poems, I figured I ought to get out into nature and let
myself just think. And wander. So, to Clear Lake I went.
I tend to get a little obsessive about things, such as yarn and nature. When I’m not mindlessly perusing the internet, my second favorite place to be is in nature. Fields and fjords and lakes and ponds all call to me. Okay, maybe not fjords where I live, but it was a nice alliteration. At any rate, I ended up sunburned, with a couple decent starts to poems, and a first-hand view of the racism that is still rampant in this part of the country.
I tend to get a little obsessive about things, such as yarn and nature. When I’m not mindlessly perusing the internet, my second favorite place to be is in nature. Fields and fjords and lakes and ponds all call to me. Okay, maybe not fjords where I live, but it was a nice alliteration. At any rate, I ended up sunburned, with a couple decent starts to poems, and a first-hand view of the racism that is still rampant in this part of the country.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Social Networking in the World of Fiber
Ravelry.com sign in page |
While this is sort of old news, I like to keep the
Ravelympic debacle in mind while I engage in social networking. Like many of
the people on Ravelry, I tend to take things near and dear to me perhaps a
little too seriously. Last summer, the Olympics occurred, and the popular
Ravelry.com website (which is a social networking site that caters to knitters, crocheters, spinners,
and weavers) came under fire from USOC for some of the members hosting “games”
to complete before the end of the Olympics. Many of the members on Ravelry
fought back. While some used nasty comments, I found it humorous that others
petitioned to bribe popular satirist Stephen Colbert with a lifetime of freesocks. USOC eventually issued a sort of apology, and the whole issue was
largely forgotten.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Introduction to Mrs. Carter
Crochet Beanie: Woooo Pig Soooie |
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