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by Indra Sinha
Author: Indra Sinha
Publisher: Scribner (March 5, 2007)
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Animal's People is a novel by Indra Sinha. It was shortlisted for the 2007 Man Booker Prize and is the Winner of the 2008 Commonwealth Writers' Prize: Best Book From Europe & South Asia.
Animal's People is a novel by Indra Sinha. Sinha's narrator is a 19-year-old orphan of Khaufpur, born a few days before the 1984 Bhopal disaster, whose spine has become so twisted that he must walk on all fours. Ever since he can remember, he has gone on all fours.
Animal's People is raw, furious, and utterly compelling. From the arresting opening line of Indra Sinha's vivid second novel, the voice of Animal, the narrator, leaps out to grab you by the throat. Indra Sinha is a brave writer, and he's produced a novel of great power. - Mohsin Hamid, author of The Reluctant Fundamentalist. Animal's People - part coming-of-age Bildungsroman, part vicious critique of corporate terrorism - is a bold and punchy tale. - Lucy Beresfoford, New Statesman.
Animal’s people, Indra Sinha. Tape one. I used to be human once. I don’t remember it myself, but people who knew me when I was small say I walked on two feet just like a human being. So sweet you were, a naughty little angel. p. cm. 1. Bhopal Union Carbide Plant Disaster, Bhopal, India, 1984-. You’d stand up on tiptoe, Animal my son, and hunt in the cupboard for food. This is the sort of thing they say.
Animal's People book. Animal's People is a clever book. As with his first novel, The Death of Mr Love, author Indra Sinha again strives to be the Indian answer to Nabokov with his sly double-meanings and quick wordplay. Profane, piercingly honest, and scathingly funny, Animal's People. However, despite effectively tackling an important issue-the Bhopal chemical disaster of 1984-Animal's People is perhaps too clever for its own good. Unless you have expert knowledge of Urdu, Hindi and French in addition to English (I don't) subtleties will be missed.
The answer, provided by Indra Sinha in his Booker-shortlisted Animal's People, is to write it using a narrator who has never breathed any other kind of air, and who is by turns cynical and romantic, bawdy and philosophical.
I used to be human once. Ever since he can remember, Animal has gone on all fours, his back twisted beyond repair by the catastrophic events of that night when a burning fog of poison smoke from the local factory blazed out over the town of Khaufpur, and the Apocalypse visited his slums. Now just turned seventeen and well schooled in street work, he lives by his wits, spending his days jamisponding (spying) on town officials and looking after the elderly nun who raised him, Ma Franci
Zafar’s tried all his sources to find out who she is and where she has come from, come up with a big fucking nul. All we know is she had a big job in Amrika, she gave it up to come to Khaufpur.
Zafar’s tried all his sources to find out who she is and where she has come from, come up with a big fucking nul. one day Dayanand lets slip that she had worked in a hospital for veterans. What’s the name of the hospital? asks Zafar when I tell him this. Which medical centre? Just the name’s Medical Centre. Dayanand said it was a huge building that stands on a hill. Veterans are soldiers. I know what veterans are, says Zafar. Surely now we can trace her. Did he say which.
Animal’s People: Indra Sinha. Novels from India are something that seem to make their way to my shelves but never get read (a few examples being Arundhati Roy’s The God Of Small Things, Vikram Seth’s A Suitable Boy, and last year’s Booker winner, The Inheritance Of Loss by Kiran Desai). So, going ahead with my intent to read all thirteen books longlisted for the Booker this year, Indra Sinha’s Animal’s People was one Indian novel that wasn’t destined for indefinite shelving. And for that happy I’m, as its narrator may say. Yes, such contortions are normal in Animal’s speech.