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ANIMAL'S PEOPLE by Indra Sinha

Animal’s People should have won the Booker Prize. Animal's%20People%20cover.jpg

It towers over the other shortlisted novels, entertainment on a grand scale, hugely ambitious, brilliantly written in slang-laced language that’s a pleasure to savor aloud, and teeming with unforgettable characters. (Can you remember even one character from The Gathering?) Indra%20Sinha%203.jpgThere’s Animal himself, a nineteen-year-old with a spinal deformity who runs on all fours and is narrating the story into a tape recorder, Elli, the bold, no-nonsense American woman doctor who has come to open her own free health clinic, Zafar, the beloved leader of the poor who would starve for his cause of justice, Ma Franci, the crazy French nun awaiting the Apocalypse, and Somraj, internationally famous Hindu singer with a damaged throat who now hears music in all the sounds around him. And that’s just a few of them.

Animal's%20People%20British%20cover.jpgThe novel takes place nineteen years after a nightmarish industrial gas leak in the American factory that dominates the town. This backstory is clearly inspired by the very real industrial disaster at Bhopal, India, on December 3, 1984 when a Union Carbide pesticide plant had a chemical gas leak resulting in over three thousand deaths, deformed births, contaminated food, and polluted water.

As a stylist author Sinha falls somewhere between Rohinton Mistry and Yann Martel, but his classic passion for social justice links him more with Victor Hugo and Emile Zola, and his host of characters verges on Dickensian in numbers, memorability, and sheer delight. Sinha clearly loves these characters passionately (Take a look at the incredible lifesize statue by Eleanor Stride which the author commissioned of the novel’s central character, Animal) ANIMAL%20by%20Eleanor%20Stride%20commissioned%20by%20author.jpgand tortures the reader with worries over their various fates, as a hunger strike in the deadly hot season and a huge protest movement by the poor veer angrily out of control and erupt into city-wide violence.

Indra%20Sinha%201.jpgHere’s a hefty slice of the human comedy, served up with generous portions of every pleasure fiction can offer: language, character, plot, suspense, surprise, and wisdom. Go ahead, start with the first sentence. “I used to be human once.”

Posted on Thursday, April 24, 2008 at 09:14PM by Registered CommenterNick DiMartino | CommentsPost a Comment

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