Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Giving Voice to the Past: A Guest Post by Shilpa Agarwal

October seems to be the perfect month for a ghost story. Set that ghost story in Bombay during the 1960's, add to it family secrets and a mystery and you have an irresistible novel. I am excited to have the author of Haunting Bombay with us today. Please join me in welcoming Shilpa Agarwal!

Be sure and come back tomorrow for my review of Haunting Bombay.


Thank you Wendy for inviting me to write a guest post on Musings of a Bookish Kitty. This past weekend I had the opportunity to speak at the Women & Words literary event here in LA with author Judith Freeman. Judith talked beautifully about her journey to writing and mentioned that many first novels, including her own, were autobiographical in nature.

This got me thinking about Haunting Bombay. In the almost ten years from conception to the publication of my book, I collected family stories, many which had never been spoken of before because they were simply too traumatic to recall.

My family survived the Partition of India in 1947 when India was sliced up into three countries – West Pakistan, India, and East Pakistan (now Bangladesh). Hindus living in the newly-created Pakistan regions fled to India and vice-versa for Muslims. Over a million people died during this exodus, considered one of the greatest mass migrations in human history.

My grandmother had an arranged marriage at age 15 and gave birth to my mother a year later. Then Partition hit and my grandmother found herself a refugee at age seventeen. She and the rest of my family left their ancestral home and made their way toward the border by train, pony carts, and on foot, staying at various refugee camps along the way. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for my young grandmother with a new infant, doubly vulnerable to the chaotic violence around them. She almost drowned twice but thankfully survived, and made it into India – though the wound of Partition remained with her all her life.

Pinky, the protagonist in Haunting Bombay is inspired by my mother – both are children of Partition who fall ill and whose parents struggle to rebuild their lives after so much loss. Like Pinky, my mother escaped this fate to be raised in Bombay by her affluent grandmother. The Bombay of my story is the city of my parents’ youth, when they were in their late teens and twenties. My mother grew up in a household very much like the one in my book – a hive of family activity, ancient traditions, social obligations, and humor.

Many of my characters have some basis in family members. I see my father in the character of seventeen-year-old Nimish, a young man who loves books and has a strong sense of duty to his family. I see my great-grandmother in the character of Maji, an obese and formidable woman who has a tender spot in her heart for her granddaughter.

And where do I see myself? This is a little more difficult! I was born in Bombay but grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania so my personal story might better be reflected in tales about the immigrant experience. But I do see myself very clearly in themes I chose to explore in Haunting Bombay – the desire to excavate a long-forgotten family story, the search for belonging in a world that isn’t always welcoming, and the power of voice.

I have always been intrigued by the question of who has the power to speak, whether in a family, a community, or a nation – and who is excluded. The supernatural spirits in Haunting Bombay serve as a metaphor for those who have been silenced. The granddaughter who drowns and her ill-fated ayah (nanny) have no power in the Mittal household. Yet they (and their tragedies) haunt the household’s present-day lives – forcing Pinky to unravel the family’s tangled memories, face these ghostly spirits, and discover the truth at last.

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You can learn more about Shilpa Agarwal and her book, Haunting Bombay, at her website.


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Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Review: De Marco Empire by J Lou McCartney

It was the day of the preliminary hearing and the closed court room was for immediate and close friends only. The press was banned from the building and the surrounding vicinity, which spanned three miles in every direction, but they had helicopter coverage, so hopefully if anything significant happened they wouldn't miss it. The whole process was being carefully monitored by the Metropolitan Police force. This was going to be a high profile case, one that the public would be very interested in the eventual outcome. The de Marcos were very well respected and had brought a lot of business and employment to the area over the years. [From the Prologue]


De Marco Empire by J Lou McCartney
Vanguard Press, 2008
Fiction; 345 pgs


I first came across mention of De Marco Empire by J Lou McCartney at Yvonne’s blog, Socrates' Book Reviews. Romance is not my preferred genre, at least not by itself, but I was fascinated by the storyline: young woman falls in love with successful businessman with a sordid past. The mafia has always held a certain appeal for me—at least the mafia in the fictional world.

The novel opens with the beginning of a murder trial. Katie stands accused of killing her husband on their wedding night. She insists she did not do it. Her defense attorney and long time friend, Matt Carmichael believes her and is determined to prove her innocence. Taking us back in time to the night Katie and her husband met, the story unfolds.

For all intents and purposes, Antonio de Marco really does want to put his criminal past behind him. He has moved on to make a name for himself running numerous legitimate businesses. He and his brother left Italy shortly after the murder of their parents and young sister when attempts to seek vengeance against those they believed responsible failed. Gianni and Antonio have always lived on the edge. Gianni is less inclined to follow his brother’s lead in terms of sticking to the legal side of life, and while Antonio is trying, he still hasn’t completely given up his old habits.

When Katie Saunders walks into his life, he knows he must have her. She is a smart and beautiful young woman, innocent but definitely no push over. The only catch? She has a boyfriend and Antonio has a fiancĂ©e, the ever insufferable Sasha Breschnevsky. The two are destined to be together, however, and once the obstacles are dealt with, Antonio is determined to win Katie over. Katie hasn’t a clue what world she is about to enter. It is a world of nightclubs, drugs, sex and murder, where extortion and rival wars are the order of the day.

McCartney’s novel has a seductive quality to it that drew me in and held me captive. I could not wait to see what happened next. The story was compelling, but the writing nearly lost me. One of the many tasks I do in my day job is editing reports, and, while I may not be any good at editing my own writing, I have an eye for catching others’ mistakes. And this novel was full of them. Enough to pull me out of the story at times. Then there was the little issue of the narrative voice. While I enjoy reading books written in third person omniscient, I was not used to the sudden and constant shifting in character viewpoints with no break in the text or warning in the change of perspective. Fortunately, this only was a problem in the first few chapters and the shifts were better defined for the majority of the book. To put it into perspective though, I wasn't too keen on the writing of the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer, and yet I still gobbled up each of her books. There was just something about them that had me craving more even in spite of my reservations about the writing. It was similar with De Marco Empire. Normally such issues would completely ruin a book for me; however, in this case, the story was enough to carry the book for me, and I read late into the night.

I liked Katie Saunders, but I did have trouble relating to her completely. Katie is a bit too perfect. She’s got it all: perfect body, naturally beautiful, thoughtful, intelligent, succeeds at everything she tries, and just about everyone loves and adores her. I think her only flaw is her choice in men, really.

It isn’t too surprising that Katie fell quickly under Antonio’s spell. Many women are drawn to the mysterious bad boy who has plenty of money and good looks, especially when he throws on the charm. Antonio was definitely charming, even if a little domineering and moody. I give him credit for not being so rigid in his more traditional beliefs. It was obvious he loved Katie and would do anything for her, even letting her be her own person.

The best characters in the novel, the ones I most enjoyed reading about, were the not so good ones and the downright evil ones. They had a lot of personality, not to mention were the most interesting. I loved hating them and couldn’t get enough of them.

J Lou McCartney’s novel was certainly suspenseful and kept me entertained even in spite of my reservations. De Marco Empire is the author's first novel, and if it’s anything to go by, the author shows a lot of potential.

You can find other book blogger opinions on the following blogs:
Bermudaonion's Weblog
Bookvisions
Cheryl's Book Nook
Deb's Book Reviews
The Girls on Books
Socrates Book Reviews


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You can learn more about J Lou McCartney and her books on the author's website. Many thanks to the author for graciously offering me a copy of De Marco Empire for review.


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Monday, October 05, 2009

Monday At the Movies: Good ol' Dad

The Monday Movie Meme is brought to you by The Bumbles.

This week's movie topic is all about dads ...
Inspired by a weekend visit to Molly's family in honor of her dad's birthday, this week we are thinking of movies featuring fathers. Funny ones, inspiring ones, scary ones, demanding ones. They come in all types and therefore the movies give us lots of characters to choose from. Share on your blog movies featuring dads and then link back to The Bumbles. And don't forget to visit your fellow participants!

Mr. Bennet in Pride and Prejudice (1995 or, if you prefer, the 2005 version)


Chris Gardner in The Pursuit of Happyness (2006)


David Gordon in Martian Child (2007)


Sergeant Roger Murtaugh in Lethal Weapon (1987)


Anakin Skywalker in the Star Wars Saga


Arthur Weasley in the The Harry Potter movies



Monday's Movie is hosted by Sheri at A Novel Menagerie.

It has been weeks since I last saw a movie either on DVD, on TV or in the theater. Someone, quick! Hand me a thermometer!

Anjin and I have been watching the second half of the first season of Big Bang Theory though. I'm not much of a sitcom fan, I confess (as if you couldn't tell by my list of fall television shows that I'm watching this season). While this really is more my husband's show than mine, it has its funny moments. Jim Parsons in the role of Sheldon Cooper is amazing. The show is about two highly intelligent physicists who share an apartment. They aren't exactly known for their social prowess. Leonard Hofstadter (Johnny Galecki) is the roommate with the crush on the beautiful woman (Kaley Cuoco) who lives across the hall.



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Sunday, October 04, 2009

Sunday Salon: Random Bookish Thoughts

I have several ideas for today's post running through my head, colliding with each other since they have no sense of direction. Most of them are half thoughts--or rather, unfinished thoughts.

~ I learned this week that I have to be careful just how much I rant about a particular aspect of a book. It's like that time when I was about 9 years old and used to complain to my friend about my brother. She didn't think much of him as a result and so when I had something nice to say about him, she didn't quite believe me. It's the same when I nitpick about a book.

~ Sometimes I am more critical of a book by an author whose work I love than I am on a new author's book.

~ Whenever I mail a book to someone, I always worry about its arrival, and then, when I get that e-mail telling me it has arrived, I let out a big sigh of relief.

~ I had never really given much thought to the distinction between third person limited and third person omniscient until recently. Some authors are definitely better at it then others.

~ I still have two bookstore gift cards left over from my birthday. How long do you think I can hold off on spending them? I think my husband and friends are taking bets . . .

~ Recently, I read a book in which I thought the writing was mediocre, not to mention all the grammatical errors throughout. Intentional or not (and I think it wasn't), it bothered me. When I read the reviews of some of my fellow bloggers, most of which were glowing, I put my head in my hands and cried, "What's wrong with me?"

~ The little weather bug on my computer screen says it is supposed to be raining right now. Why isn't it?

~ What bookish thoughts have been on your mind lately?


This Week In Reading Mews:

Reviews Posted:
In the Woods by Tana French

Currently Reading:
Haunting Bombay by Shilpa Agarwal

New Additions to my TBR collection:
Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger
Sing Them Home by Stephanie Kallos

Posts of Interest This Week:
Monday At the Movies: Going Back to School and the New Fall TV Schedule
Three Princesses: A Guest Post by Author Michelle Moran


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Thursday, October 01, 2009

Three Princesses: A Guest Post by Michelle Moran

Please welcome author Michelle Moran to Musings of a Bookish Kitty! Michelle Moran is one of my favorite authors, and so I was thrilled when she agreed to appear as a guest on my blog today. She is the author of Nefertiti, The Heretic Queen and Cleopatra's Daughter (my reviews of the latter two are pending).


For every novel I have written, I can look back and say that there has been a very specific moment of inspiration - usually in some exotic locale or inside a museum - where I’ve said, “Aha! That’s going to be the subject of my next novel.” I never began my writing career with the intention to write books about three different princesses in Egypt. In fact, I had no intention of writing about ancient Egypt at all until I participated in my first archaeological dig.

During my sophomore year in college, I found myself sitting in Anthropology 101, and when the professor mentioned that she was looking for volunteers who would like to join a dig in Israel, I was one of the first students to sign up. When I got to Israel, however, all of my archaeological dreams were dashed (probably because they centered around Indiana Jones). There were no fedora wearing men, no cities carved into rock, and certainly no Ark of the Covenant. I was very disappointed. Not only would a fedora have seemed out of place, but I couldn’t even use the tiny brushes I had packed. Apparently, archaeology is more about digging big ditches with pickaxes rather than dusting off artifacts. And it had never occurred to me until then that in order to get to those artifacts, one had to dig deep into the earth. Volunteering on an archaeological dig was hot, it was sweaty, it was incredibly dirty, and when I look back on the experience through the rose-tinged glasses of time, I think, Wow, was it fantastic! Especially when our team discovered an Egyptian scarab that proved the ancient Israelites had once traded with the Egyptians. Looking at that scarab in the dirt, I began to wonder who had owned it, and what had possessed them to undertake the long journey from their homeland to the fledgling country of Israel.

On my flight back to America I stopped in Berlin, and with a newfound appreciation for Egyptology, I visited the museum where Nefertiti’s limestone bust was being housed. The graceful curve of Nefertiti’s neck, her arched brows, and the faintest hint of a smile were captivating to me. Who was this woman with her self-possessed gaze and stunning features? I wanted to know more about Nefertiti’s story, but when I began the research into her life, it proved incredibly difficult. She’d been a woman who’d inspired powerful emotions when she lived over three thousand years ago, and those who had despised her had attempted to erase her name from history. Yet even in the face of such ancient vengeance, some clues remained.

As a young girl Nefertiti had married a Pharaoh who was determined to erase the gods of Egypt and replace them with a sun-god he called Aten. It seemed that Nefertiti’s family allowed her to marry this impetuous king in the hopes that she would tame his wild ambitions. What happened instead, however, was that Nefertiti joined him in building his own capital of Amarna where they ruled together as god and goddess. But the alluring Nefertiti had a sister who seemed to keep her grounded, and in an image of her found in Amarna, the sister is standing off to one side, her arms down while everyone else is enthusiastically praising the royal couple. From this image, and a wealth of other evidence, I tried to recreate the epic life of an Egyptian queen whose husband was to become known as the Heretic King.

Each novel I’ve written has had a similar moment of inspiration for me. In many ways, my second book, The Heretic Queen is a natural progression from Nefertiti. The narrator is orphaned Nefertari, who suffers terribly because of her relationship to the reviled "Heretic Queen". Despite the Heretic Queen's death a generation prior, Nefertari is still tainted by her relationship to Nefertiti, and when young Ramesses falls in love and wishes to marry her, it is a struggle not just against an angry court, but against the wishes of a rebellious people.

But perhaps I would never have chosen to write on Nefertari at all if I hadn't seen her magnificent tomb. At one time, visiting her tomb was practically free, but today, a trip underground to see one of the most magnificent places on earth can cost upwards of five thousand dollars (yes, you read that right). If you want to share the cost and go with a group, the cost lowers to the bargain-basement price of about three thousand. As a guide told us of the phenomenal price, I looked at my husband, and he looked at me. We had flown more than seven thousand miles, suffered the indignities of having to wear the same clothes for three days because of lost luggage… and really, what were the possibilities of our ever returning to Egypt again? There was only one choice. We paid the outrageous price, and I have never forgotten the experience.

While breathing in some of the most expensive air in the world, I saw a tomb that wasn't just fit for a queen, but a goddess. In fact, Nefertari was only one of two (possibly three) queens ever deified in her lifetime, and as I gazed at the vibrant images on her tomb - jackals and bulls, cobras and gods - I knew that this wasn't just any woman, but a woman who had been loved fiercely when she was alive. Because I am a sucker for romances, particularly if those romances actually happened, I immediately wanted to know more about Nefertari and Ramesses the Great. So my next stop was the Hall of Mummies at the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. There, resting beneath a heavy arc of glass, was the great Pharaoh himself. For a ninety-something year old man, he didn't look too bad. His short red hair was combed back neatly and his face seemed strangely peaceful in its three thousand year repose. I tried to imagine him as he'd been when he was young - strong, athletic, frighteningly rash and incredibly romantic. Buildings and poetry remain today as testaments to Ramesses's softer side, and in one of Ramesses's more famous poems he calls Nefertari "the one for whom the sun shines." His poetry to her can be found from Luxor to Abu Simbel, and it was my visit to Abu Simbel (where Ramesses built a temple for Nefertari) where I finally decided that I had to tell their story.

It’s the moments like this that an historical fiction author lives for. And it probably wouldn’t surprise you to learn that my decision to write Cleopatra’s Daughter came on an underwater dive to see the submerged city of ancient Alexandria. Traveling, as you can imagine, has been enormously important in my writing career. My adventures end up inspiring not only what I’m currently writing, but what I’m going to write about in the future.

CLEOPATRA'S DAUGHTER: a novel
The death of Cleopatra was only the beginning...

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