SHORTLISTED FOR THE JCB PRIZE FOR LITERATURE 2019
SHORTLISTED FOR THE SHAKTI BHATT PRIZE 2019
'And then finally I felt sadness, aided perhaps by those futile notes,
by the dust that keeps thickening, by the untouchable past, the
inevitable future, and by everything else that pushes us around.'
Ib lives with his schizophrenic father and his 'nice' mother negotiating
life, not knowing what to do, steered by uncaring winds and pushy
people. From his slimy, unmiraculous birth to the tragic death of a
loved one, Ib wanders the city, from one thing to another, confused,
lost and alone, all the while reflecting on his predicament. He is
searching for something-what he does not know-and must overcome many
obstacles: family, religion, love and, finally, death. Will he be
defeated by 'this wreckage of modern life?' Will a mysterious woman lift
him out of the 'cement' in his soul?
In this journey of sadness and self-reflection, Ib tranforms into an
ordinary man from an ordinary boy and along the way, tries to figure out
life and understand himself.
In this audacious debut that is insightful, original and deeply
disturbing, Roshan Ali's play of language is nothing less than
masterful.
