MixedThe Hindu (IND)I worry that I was transfixed because I could not be sure that I was not Orientalising this woman in the pangs of her literary childbirth ... This novel uses many varied voices and tones and some of them ring true and the others... sorry, I’m doing it again. I don’t know how an Omani businessman might speak inside his head especially when he is caught between the past and the present, wavering between love and tradition, transiting between Europe and the Gulf, switching his tongue between English and Arabic. He asks his wife, do you love me, and I went back to Fiddler on the Roof. His wife takes a cinematic route too: Have the Egyptian films eaten your mind? ... This is where I give up and say: I have been defeated by my own ignorance. But it is an interesting defeat. I was wondering what exactly I would be entitled by my knowledge to write upon and found that I ended up in a small solipsism called Jerry Pinto.
