Review: Exile!

There is this curious thing about shackles- the only people who know their story are the ones wearing them or the ones who put them on

  • Taslima Nasrin (Exile)

My first ever memoir. My first ever glimpse into the world of true injustice. My first experience of cruelty on an unimaginable scale.

Here comes the book that brought me sleepless nights thinking about ” What does freedom in the real sense mean?”

Name: Exile-a memoir

Author: Taslima Nasrin

Publishers: Penguin books India

ISBN: 978-0-670-08874-4

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Description of Exile:

The time has a way of affecting life and people have a way of misinterpreting it. When Taslima Nasrin published her book Dwikhandito, Kolkata came to a screeching halt as religious fanatics shouted out to the world in a single breath to kill the voice that dares speak against the religion and speak the truth about the life which has been led.

The government, the literate and the so-called advocates of free speech turned against that voice and the effort to shut that voice began. A voice, however faint can still be heard in the place that it resides within. So the first step taken was to ship away the voice and the be free of the noise that was not caused by that voice.

How did they do it?

Kill the energy that drives the voice and keeps it alive. Keep the person in house arrest for the crime that has not been committed. Keep the person in isolation long enough to start begging for freedom and respite from the never-ending misery.

The journey away from home, into a never-ending exile, for the Author Taslima Nasrin began the day she spoke the truth of her life. Is this what we call justice?

My Take on Exile:

Since this is my first book from author Taslima Nasrin, I had to first read a lot about what happened in her life to understand her perspective. Once the initial preparation was complete, I had found myself in love with her writing style. It mixes the objects that can be seen with the emotions that cannot be seen.

Writing about one’s own life requires a lot of courage to speak of the things that are in the personal dungeon within the mind. However, Taslima has spoken with the words that stay strong in the mind. Her life shows the struggle to obtain one thing that has been denied for her : freedom.

I for one had never thought much about what freedom could mean to a person. I never looked at the immense freedom I possess in terms of living. Once reading the words of pain, misery, and longing, I have started cherishing freedom more than anything.

Do I not dream of returning home? But I hide this unfulfilled dreams in the deepest and the darkest recesses of my heart, not allowing them to come out and taught me. As a result, the life I lead is perhaps not a real one.

I find few quotes of hers in this book so beautiful that makes me want to read those words again and again just to remind myself that maybe I should start living the life to the fullest and use the voice I was born with to help people who are not as blessed as I am.

My favorite one is:

If only for the sake of the experience, everyone should live in exile at some point of time in their life. It is only in enforced captivity that one can truly appreciate freedom.

It would be wrong on my part to rate a book such as this. The reading experience left me baffled and I am truly thankful for the Author and Vivek for giving me an opportunity to read this book. Thank you so much!

 

 

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Call me an owl, a worm or even a book parasite, for all those names define me! Along with an immense love for books, I also love music, though I don't play any instrument or sing. Cooking and travelling are other things that I absolutely love.

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