The Witch In The Peepul Tree - Book Review
Author : Areefa Tehsin
Publisher: Harper Collins
Price: 399 INR
Pages: 327
Genre: Period Drama/ Historical
Fiction/ Murder Mystery
Buy At: Amazon
About the Book:
It is Makar Sankranti,1950, when
sixteen-year-old Sanaz's body is discovered in her father Dada Bhai's house in
Bohrawadi, Udaipur.
A few of those in and around the
house that day are the cruel zamindar Rao sahib of Singhgarh, the devout
degenerate Hariharan, the young Bhil Nathu, visiting from a remote tribal
village to inform Dada Bhai of a leopard kill, the attractive night soil worker
Parijat, and the acerbic widow Sugra, who rolls a rosary and wishes for the jeevti
dakkan-the living witch in the peepul tree-to be her secret ally.
As the shadows grow long, it
becomes clear that something sinister walks the halls of this grand old house.
What unfolds is a genre-bending tale of suspense, intrigue and something so
much darker.
Review:
The story is set in 1950s, in a
newly independent India, all the pivot events take place on the day of Makar
Sankranti with kite flying competitions, cheers and revelry happening in the
background. It doesn’t read like a murder mystery. The murder happens in the
first chapter. Then the book introduces us to all the characters who frequented
Dada Bhai’s villa throughout the day, the lead players around the household,
the possible suspects. We get a glimpse into their individual lives, their
thoughts and aspirations. There’s Rao Sahib – the Zamindar, Sugra – Dada Bhai’s
widowed mother, Parijat – the untouchable nightsoil worker who collected feces
from Dada Bhai’s household early morning, Hariharan – the middleman, Nathu –
the person from Bhil Tribe. The narrative proceeds from their perspective. We
also meet some supporting characters – the larger-than-life Dada Bhai, his sons
engrossed in flying kites on the terrace, the sly servant Ismail, the old
housekeeper Badi Bi – a child widow, Sugra’s daughter Khadija, a discreet
visitor – a transgender, Parijat’s husband Bhoola, another Bhil Doonga, Dada
Bhai’s saree-clad wife Mena who teaches the women of the neighborhood to read
and write, etc. Each of them has a role in the tale.
The chronology of events shifts
from before noon to morning and then to the start of the investigation late afternoon
by the inspector and his aides. The first half of the book is when the context
is set, the characters introduced, their histories and lives laid bare. Each of
them has something to hide. The second half is when the investigation begins
and the unraveling starts to take place. The secrets are slowly spilled open,
the mysteries revealed one after the other. Some are just shocking, unexpected
yet understandable. What lays at the forefront is not just the murder mystery,
but pitiful caste discriminations, the sorry lives of those belonging to the
lower rungs of the societal hierarchy, the backlash against attempts for women
empowerment, the weird belief in superstition devastating lives, the hypocrisy
of ideals and action and the holiness vs unholiness of religion. This book
makes not just a good read but an essential one.
The narrative is crisp, no detail
gone wasted, no lengthy descriptions. The author marvels in brevity, providing
such apt visuals of the scenes with few words. Character building and world
building is what keeps the reader going. The ever-present witch in the peepul
tree has a mention in every chapter. But there is greater evil in humans than
the invisible spirit residing on the tree.
Few Quotes that stayed with me:
“They didn’t need to purify money. Money had no caste. It passed effortlessly from the bed of a prostitute to the begging bowl of a leper to the praying(preying) thali of a priest to the bloodstained plank of a butcher.”
“Nothing in this household went to waste. The worn-out odhani were converted into curtains, the torn curtains to scrubbing cloths, the threadbare scrubbing cloths stuffed in blankets, the blankets used as pall for the dead.”
“But what do men know about childbearing and birth? Except having a few more pegs of mauda with other men as the wives are lost in screams and agony and fluids pouring out of their wombs.”
“Death was an urchin running unbidden around the house. Toppling things. Poking needles. Throwing tantrums. Spilling pots. Ripping curtains. Raising hell.”
“Beatings didn’t matter. She had learnt early on that life was a sum of your scars.”
About the Author:
Arefa grew up treading jungles
with her naturalist father. She was often found trying to catch a snake or spin
a yarn. She’s the author of several fiction and non-fiction books and
contributes to dailies and magazines like The Indian Express, The Hindu, Deccan
Herald, Scroll.in and Outlook Money. Her picture book 'The Elephant Bird' was
read at 3200+ locations in India from the slums to the Presidential library on
the International Literacy Day, 2016 and translated in more than 40 languages.
A few schools in India and Sri Lanka are using her books as textbooks and
supplementary readers. 'Do Tigers Drink Blood and 13 Other Mysteries of Nature'
is being translated in Chinese and 'Amra and the Witch' has been translated in
Hindi. Her books have been shortlisted for awards like FICCI Best Book of the
Year Award, NEEV Book Award and The Hindu-Goodbooks Best Author Award. She was
appointed the Honorary Wildlife Warden of Udaipur district and has pursued
nature conservation through her writings and columns. Find out more on www.arefatehsin.com
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I liked the book too.
ReplyDeleteTrue, nothing went to waste in those days. Also, human lives remain the same, whatever the era. It's a gripping tale and I enjoyed the way Arefa Tehsin has woven the plot.
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