|Valmiki's Daughter, |
House of Anansi Press, p.398
The first two chapters work as they are meant to, despite or perhaps because of their leisurely pace. What is especially endearing about the opening chapter is the use of the second person, so reminiscent of Italo Calvino's If on a Winter's Night a Traveler:
Imagine you are a tourist let down from the sky, blindfolded, in the middle of a weekday, onto one of those traffic islands. Your senses would be bombarded at once. You would descend into a cacophony of sound, and a cacophony, yes, of smell.
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