The famine, again, and again – forever reappearing in violence done to the bodies of the poor and the willed ignorance of the self-contented. Though “it would not be proper”, Misra always shows the scene, all too clearly – without apology or pause. “A dog stands over a dead body, tears out and eats the flesh.” Subimal Misra’s writing always reminds me that if there is redemption to be found at all, it can only be found in a street-fighting sense of honesty. In the fight against brutal inequality, it is not a question of change, but a question of justice – the most universal question of all – and justice demands breaking through the deathly silence of “proper” lives. Wild animals not prohibited.
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