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Popular EPub, Salt And Saffron Author Kamila Shamsie This Is Very Good And Becomes The Main Topic To Read, The Readers Are Very Takjup And Always Take Inspiration From The Contents Of The Book Salt And Saffron, Essay By Kamila Shamsie Is Now On Our Website And You Can Download It By Register What Are You Waiting For Please Read And Make A Refission For You The plot of this book is something along the lines of a girl named Aliya becoming interested in Khaleel, a boy who s not from the same social class which forces her to reconsider her entire family history This of course is complicated by the author s attempt in order to incorporate actual history Mughal as well as Partition era into the story, which adds nothing to it except confusion as well as her concept of not quite twins which was interesting but unrelated to Aliya Khaleel.Ultimately, I think this book was trying to be too many things at once, which resulted in absolutely no flow to the story and it was hard for the reader to make sense of it all Basically, the author was romanticizing the upper class, as well as bygone eras Also, she kept trying to insert witty jokes in the middle of narrating and going off on so many tangents, which got extremely frustrating because it became hard to keep track of the story.I might give Kamila Shamsie another try, but I think there are probably better Pakistani authors out there. Despite my fascination with all family history, I really wasn t interested in 1947 at that particular instant But I couldn t very well tell Meher Dadi that not with what Partition had meant to her generation.I try to imagine how it would be if I lived through times of extreme social upheaval, through periods that are so abrupt and brutal that they leave a mark think of a world war, the partition of a country, the creation of a new one I try to imagine if this happened in my here and now, on my homeland, making me a witness to death and destruction and then, years from now, someone else read about it in history books, and didn t realize that for me it was a reality.I say this because one of the most fascinating things about the 1947 partition is the fact that my grandparents were there They were there They experienced it all For me, it s something that happened ages ago Something I only ever encounter in history books But for them it was a part of their lives The same for my parents and 1971 In terms of passages of time, the creation of Bangladesh wasn t something that happened generations ago People whom I live with and talk to and love were part of this history, and it never ceases to amaze me that it hasn t left some permanent, visible mark on their bodies, something which will mark them out as having experienced it That whole generation of my relatives mystified me How had they sustained, for so long, the bitterness brought on by the events of 1947 I could believe it of one person, or two, but good God Our family was huge and yet there was never any word of reconciliation across the borders of India and Pakistan.Partition and the separation of families and tearing of homes is the main topic in this book, but it s a disservice to this story to say that that s all it is about Kamila Shamsie incorporates a lot into such a short story, with a special focus on class, and our reactions to it Aliya, our protagonist, is a recent American graduate returning to Karachi, forced to finally confront after four years of avoidance the thing that she ran away from Reduce all stories to their basic elements and you ll see all families are possessed of prejudice that alternative name for fear.Four years ago spoilers ahead , Aliya got into a fight with her grandmother about how Mariam Aapi, a family member who emerged from nowhere claiming to be a relative, had run away with the cook Now Aliya is back and forced to confront the reality of her own reactions to the elopement, and her weird, conflicted, torturous feelings about the love affair an affair far shocking because of the difference in class and wealth between the two loversCall me a snob if you want to, but what the hell do any one of us have to say to the great mass of our compatriots We can talk about cricket and complain about the politicians, but then what I m not denying that they could be wonderful people, but that s really not the point Class and the treatment of people because of their perceptions of it has always been a fascinating concept to me, purely because sometimes it can be so abstract and fluid In Pakistan, it becomes even so because of our past as a colonized nation, and the decades of notions that we ve dragged along with us because of our British rulers Just the other day I was involved in a heated debate with someone over judging someone because of their ability to speak fluent English Pakistanis, whose national language is Urdu, equate knowledge and intelligence and hence education, and hence access to education and money to pay for education with higher class, because English is the language we re taught in schools So if you speak English fluently, it must mean that you re a rich person.Putting aside the very interesting conversation one can have about Pakistan and languages for now, my point is that in Pakistan the concept of class is confusing than one can imagine But like all other places, one thing is constant the very, very stark line that separates us from them, especially in situations of romantic love, which is just unthinkableOf course, you don t marry an individual You marry a family Kamila Shamsie connects the story of class now to the story of a family torn apart then, six decades of history separating Aliya s present with her grandmother s past And let me just say that this book came very, very close to getting confusing This was primarily because in the English language and we re back to languages again, sorry, I can t quite get over my obsession with them there are no good words for your relations In Urdu your dadi is your paternal grandmother and your nani is your paternal grandmother, but in English you just say grandmother and then add the adjective before it Same with cousins, aunts and uncles, in laws and extended relatives all of whom get individual, special terms in the Urdu language but remain grouped together in English.This makes this book, written by an author hailing from Pakistan and who has probably used the terms chachi, phuppi, mammi, tayyi instead of aunt when she was growing up, much confusing than you can imagine Because I ve spent my whole life knowing exactly which particular relative was being referred to, trying to understand the complicated family tree was much harder in English If you re trying to understand how exactly Samia and I are related you might suppose from Samia s words that my Dadi is her Nani, which means my father and Samia s mother are siblings and, therefore, Samia and I are first cousins It s never that simple Dadi is my father s mother she is not, however, Samia s mother s mother as Samia s use of the term Nani implies, but rather Samia s mother s mother s sister, and so Samia and I are second cousins.It s understandable if at this point your reaction is somewhere along the lines of What the what now Because that was basically my reaction too But there are other, redeemable reasons to keep reading this book And one of these is the familiar, loving way Kamila Shamsie talks about Karachi, as if it s not just a place but a home you return to, as if its warmth and memories and all the things I love about Karachi myself.Now that I m getting married and moving away from the place I ve lived all my life, I m starting to have a finer appreciation of homes and how they re than places How they are safe zones, comfort circles, an area where you can be you And I try to take that to a bigger level, to my best friend and her homesickness not just for her own room and her mother s presence, but also for the streets of Karachi of how she misses rickshaws and the shop near her house and the restaurant where we always ended up going whenever we wanted to hang out She misses on a larger scale, and then I try to imagine migration, and leaving it all behind permanently, because a country was being torn into two and you had no choice because if you stayed in the familiar and the comfortable you could be killed More than anything else, than mangoes, gol guppas, nihari and naans, than cricket mania, than monsoon rains, than crabbing beneath a star clustered sky, what I missed about Karachi was the intimacy of bodies.Kamila Shamsie is familiar with Karachi and its idiosyncrasies, the way I am, because I understand that this city is a mess, I understand, I know it s so flawed and people die every day and we need better health and security and education and our economy is falling apart and pollution will eventually kill all of us in this city, but it s still the place where I ve lived all my life My family is here, my best friends, my favourite cousins my school memories, my university years, and now my work place, so for me, Karachi is now I m biased, inherently inclined to always love it It s in my bones I will always want to come back here, even with the loadshedding and bad roads and water shortages and general overall messiness As I watched the land below, an area of lights winked once, twice, and disappeared A sigh, half exasperated, half amused, went round the cabin Bijli failure, someone behind me said needlessly.And if that doesn t convince you that you should read it, then here s a really interesting reason to definitely pick it up in this book, one of the major characters is a mute by choice, and doesn t that produce ten thousand different tangents for us to indulge in There isn t enough space in this review for me to go through all them, but if you ever do read this book and plan to write about Mariam s decision to never speak again, count me in as an eager reader of your analysis.RecommendationThere are obvious parallels in this book and in Kartography Both stories deal with a portion of Pakistan s history partition, 1971 that caused mass bloodshed and trauma both stories involve our main character getting involved in the lives of people who lived ages ago the protagonist is female, the loved one is separated, and conflicts in the past are seen having a direct affect on the present Still, while Kartography is Shamsie s masterpiece, this is a very close second It s funny, and smart, and you can t say that about a lot of Pakistani novels I would definitely suggest putting this on your to read list.ORIGINAL UPDATE I read this book ages ago but for some reason never got around to posting my review over here shrug I review Pakistani Fiction, and talk about Pakistani fiction, and want to talk to people who like to talk about fiction Pakistani and otherwise, take your pick To read reviews or just contact me so you can talk about books, check out my Blog or follow me on Twitter I still think she is over rated I enjoyed this book and am struck by the feeling that I know this person and the milieu of course I don t her being Paki and it being set in Karachi..and me from arch enemy India..really The flavour of the book is so much of the North India that I grew up in that I am positively nostalgic I love a book that bashes prejudices..but of course, no upper class family from the subcontinent would countenance one of its own running away with the khansama maharaj cook.Did Misha recommend this book because it s based on twins and not quite twins as well Interesting fortunately I am not, as far as I know, a descendant of the Timurid Mughals, so I guess I don t have to fear the curse of the twins.. Aaliya is a global citizen of Pakistani origin But a flirtatious conversation with a stranger on the plane sets her thinking about her roots and the people and stories that have led to her The Dard e dils, Aaliya s family, trace their roots back to the Mughal era, through British occupation, down to the Partition that broke hearts families and finally their current day status as Karachian elite Aaliya skips between past and present as she grapples with the mysterious loss of a beloved cousin, the strange myth of the not quite twins and the class snobbery that she derides in her family but is shocked to find even in her own self.The story moves along through various family anecdotes, tragic funny These fit together as a jigsaw puzzle, coming together only in the end as Aaliya makes her peace with her identity, her place in the family and the man she may love Shamsie s writing carries a wry wit inconguously laced with touching vulnerability This is what takes her books above the mundanity of everyday stories, into sheer poetry I do think the ending is weaker than the rest of the book but perhaps, in a story of great drama, a nondescript ending is the right one. It s another book affirming the strong impact of families over generations this time a Pakistani family Given current news of increasing tensions again between Pakistan India, it should have had heightened interest especially as it deals with those historical tensions effects on this family , but the prose was too cutesy, it didn t very successfully challenge the class divisions it purported to, was mostly just plain boring. Kamila is a talented novelist, but did not see that reflect in this book at all Repeated exaggerated unnecessary information Towards the end it was just unashamedly predictable and beyond disappointing Having read five of her six novels, I must say that Kamila Shamsie has set her place in my mind as one of the most powerful contemporary voices of South Asian literature, and literary fiction in general Salt and Saffron is a novel with a very interesting story, weaved across three generations of the Dard e dil family with a royal background in the years preceding partition Shamsie has taken up a rather difficult task of covering different generations, the protagonist Aaliya s, her parents, and her grandparents The intrigue lies in the mystery of her cousin Maryam who comes to live with them on the day of Aaliya s birth, making them not quite Twins in a way, and Maryam s disappearance several years later, which nags the protagonist throughout the novel Maryams abrupt departure, and her own chance meeting with a boy on a plane, forces her to question her family s elite snobbery, and realizes that although it bothers her, she has herself been unable to disengage from it completely.The class difference in today s Pakistan is beautifully portrayed how the servants and nannies are kept at a distance, and how their lives are not blended with those of the rich, even though they often live under one roof and are a big part of each others lives I cannot think of another book that has talked about food in such captivating a manner The title is symbolic, but food is described so effectively that one can actually taste it the sourness of the tamarind, the tenderness of the kababs, the way the cumin seeds sit on the red chillies She does this while transporting the reader straight to the heart of Karachi.Shamsie s wit, as always, balances the melancholic mood of this novel Nicknames of wealthy relatives such as aunt one liner and starch and the jolly conversations between Aaliya and her cousins, the heartwarming interactions between Aaliya and her grandmother, are sure to bring a smile to the reader s face.It is a bit of a challenge to keep track of so many characters and relatives in the extended family, and it may be so for non Pakistanis, since the names will be unfamiliar to them.Few authors can pull this technique off well, where the reader sees very little of one of the main characters Maryam directly, and only learns about her through Aaliya s perceptions of her Though I wish I knew her and Masood a little Though Aaliya did somewhat find resolution, part of the ending was left a bit vague The language of this book, is so poetic, and the sentences so powerful, that the reader if often left awestruck I loved this book, specially for highlighting the class differences that shape our culture at different levels of our consciousness. this book warms my heartwhat a way with words the author has