LISA RAY CLOSE TO THE BONE
‘How fortunate it is, when life alters you without warning.’
We all know Krishna Udayasankar, she’s famous foe writing the Aryavarta trilogy, Immortal and for her poetry collection, Objects Of Affection.
And this week her new book, Beast, released in India and I am so happy to share the link with you! Go. Order. Now. This. Instant. Go.
It was always the same dream, a dream that began with darkness and blood.’
When Assistant Commissioner of Police Aditi Kashyap is called upon to solve a gruesome triple homicide in a Mumbai suburb, she is dragged into the terrifying world of the Saimhas — werelions — who have lived alongside humans, hiding amongst them, since ancient times.
Faced with the unbelievable, Aditi has no choice but to join hands with Prithvi, an Enforcer called in to hunt down this seemingly otherworldly murderer.
But can Prithvi overcome the nightmarish burdens of his dark and violent past to unravel the mystery hidden deep within this secret world of werelions? Can he be trusted to save lives, or will he choose to serve a different, more powerful, master?
As a greater conspiracy unfolds and they very survival of humankind is placed under threat, Aditi and Prithvi must race through the dark underbelly of Mumbai — from quiet suburbs to gritty brothels, from forgotten colonial tunnels to the lights and glamour of the inner city — in search of a dangerous truth.
In search of a monster.
Available for purchase from Amazon India. Order now!
By Paul Dini and Pat Cadigan
Dr. Harleen Quinzel became a psychologist to deal with her own broken family background. At Arkham Asylum, she attempted to treat the Joker and instead fell hopelessly in love with him, helping him escape. Quinzel became Harley Quinn, a bizarre contradiction of violence and mercy who blames Batman for her inability to maintain a stable relationship with the arch-villain. Continue reading
One girl can make a difference. Moscow is in flames, leaving its people searching for answers and someone to blame. Vasilisa, a girl with extraordinary gifts, must flee for her life, pursued by those who blame their misfortune on her magic. Then a vengeful demon, stronger than ever. Determined to engulf the world in chaos, he finds allies among men and spirits. Mankind and magical creatures alike find their fates resting on Vasya’s shoulders. But she may not be able to save them all.
In an elite all-boys’ boarding school run by a Hindu monastic order in late-twentieth century India, things aren’t what they look like on the surface… anirvan, a young student, is fascinated by the music and silence of spiritual life. He dreams of becoming a monk. But as he seeks his dream, he finds himself drawn to a fellow student, and they come together to form an intimate and unspeakable relationship. The boys sweat at cricket and football, crack Science and Mathematics in pursuit of Golden careers, and meditate to the aroma of Incense and flowers. It’s a world of ruthless discipline shaped by monks in flowing Saffron. A sceptical teacher mentors anirvan and reveals his suspicion of this vigilant atmosphere. Does the beating of the boys reveal urges that cannot be named? What is the meaning of monastic celibacy? What, indeed, holds the brotherhood together? Against himself, anirvan gets sucked into a whirl of events outside the walls of the monastery, in the midst of prostitutes, scheming politicians and the impoverished Muslims of the villages surrounding the school. When the love of his life returns to him, the boys’ desire for each other push them towards a wild course of action. But will that give them a life together in a world that does not recognise their kind of love?.
Arising from visits to sweet shops in the by-lanes of Calcutta, these poems brim with the excitement of what it means to discover, marvel at, and taste the universe. As the first line of the book states, ‘The whole universe is here’. Showcasing the edible, the intimate, and the singular, this collection, like the sweet-shop shelf, is characterized by ‘an unnoticed balance of gravity and play’.
I know there are only three in the list this time but gimme a little time, I’m a little rusty and out of practice here. I will be back with a lot more new releases that you will desperately want to read.
We all love reading fantasy, especially those of us that want an escape from this life to another more thrilling, less awful (is it though?), more hopeful (really?) and thoroughly different life. So what else can I do but share an awesome book when I come across it!
“The Cold War sets the stage for various proxy wars, nationalist movements, and covert missions across Africa, Asia, Europe, and the Americas. Out of the tumult will emerge a warrior. Though his heart is in the right place, he knows that he must make a tough decision that will determine his fate-and the fate of generations to come.”
Welcome to the world of Eteka: Rise of the Imamba: a powerful set of connected stories that spans two timelines: the Cold War tensions of the 1950s and the post-Cold War era of the 1990s. Eteka: Rise of the Imamba is a dark, action packed thriller that follows multiple characters across 14 locations around the world, and will appeal to readers that enjoy history, suspense, fantasy and world cultures. It is an original and unusual piece of literary fiction in the fact that it seamlessly fuses African, Asian, European and American cultures into an unforgettable reading experience.
Now, if the synopsis wasn’t interesting enough I suggest you checkout the little extract below so that your interest really is piqued and you go out and grab this insane book!
PROLOGUE – ETEKA: RISE OF THE IMAMBAHer blood covered his arms and chest, his singlet drenched with her ebbing life. He
carried her, running as fast as he could through the dark and abandoned warehouse somewhere in Abuja, Nigeria. His heart pounded, and the African heat gave him a headache that narrowed his field of vision to only the dying woman in his arms, and a portion of the dim warehouse. He had to stop the bleeding, but they were right behind him and he couldn’t stop. He tore his eyes away from her and kept running. Blood bubbled from the hole in her neck, pulsing in time to her slowing heart. His powerful arms clutched her close as he desperately searched for a safe place to set her down and wrap a piece of his shirt around her neck, to slow the bleeding. They were both sticky from the heat, and he could feel her heart skipping beats, winding down the clock of her lifetime.
In the distance, he heard the BMW and the stolen motorcycles screech to a halt. Car
doors opened, and footsteps began to approach the warehouse. The two of them were out of time.
He was scared—not of the approaching thugs, but because he felt life leaving his lover’s body,
the woman he had just started to know. The only beautiful thing in his life now lay dying in his
arms, her skin swiftly losing its usual golden glow. She choked on her own blood as she
coughed, and looked up at him with terror in her eyes.
Climbing more stairs, he found a pillar in a concealed corner of the warehouse. The thugs
were close. He heard them yelling insults and taunts in the local dialects of Yoruba, Igbo, and
Nigerian pidgin English. From their footsteps, he guessed that there were at least four of them.
He wanted to plan his defense, but—Setting his lover against the pillar, he ripped off a piece of his sleeve and wrapped it around her neck. No cell phone on him to call for help. The clip in his Taurus PT-92 was only good for two more shots. Nowhere to run. Footsteps echoed up the stairs. His pursuers were only a few feet away.
“Please don’t leave…” he whispered as he held her close. She was still beautiful. A tear
rolled down his cheek, and with a heavy heart, he knew his time with her was about to end. She tried to respond but was unable to as her blood flowed from her mouth and neck onto his arms.
Still, she managed a lopsided smile. The thugs were in the room now. His adrenaline spiked—he had to move quickly. He took one last look at her, then spun around to face the men.
In his mind he told her he had always loved her, because there was no time to do it with
Things had not always been like this.
Well? What do you think? I am grabbing the book as soon as I can. You know I don’t read ebooks so I will have to wait for the physical copy to reach me but I am definitely going to read it.
I have been away on work for a bit and while I absolutely love being busy with my job I also miss blogging and painting so I am back desperately writing posts to put out over the next few weeks while I have this small gap of free time, starting with this New Releases post!
Sparks fly immediately when Rukmani—fierce and assertive in the best and worst possible ways—meets the gentle Ayaan in the magical city Paris. Meanwhile, back in India, her reticent sister, Mrinalini struggles to cope with the void of a loveless marriage and an early pregnancy.
Tides Don’t Crossfollows these extremely interesting characters as their lives cross in surprising ways. Mrinalini, Ayaan and Rukmani wade through choppy tides, unaware of their common destiny.
Deeply touching, this is an unforgettable story of thwarted desires, of love and its loss, of losing and finding oneself, and of falling and learning to rise.
Startlingly beautiful, Half Gods brings together the exiled, the disappeared, the seekers.
Following the fractured origins and destinies of two brothers named after demigods from the ancient epic, the
Mahabharata, we meet a family struggling with the reverberations of the past in their lives. These ten interlinked stories redraw the map of our world in surprising ways: following an act of violence, a baby girl is renamed after a Hindu goddess but raised as a Muslim; a lonely butcher from Angola finds solace in a family of refugees in New Jersey; a gentle entomologist, in Sri Lanka, discovers unexpected reserves of courage while searching for his missing son.
By turns heartbreaking and fiercely inventive, Half Gods reveals with sharp clarity the ways that parents, children, and friends act as unknowing mirrors to each other, revealing in their all-too human weaknesses, hopes and sorrows a connection to the divine.
When journalist Kalpana Mohan’s elderly father falls ill in Chennai, she is on the next flight over from California and the home she has shared with her husband for three decades. Caring for her sometimes cranky, sometimes playful, and always adored father at his home in Chennai, Mohan sets out to piece together an account of her father’s life, from his poverty-stricken childhood in a village in south India, to his arranged marriage, to his first job in the city, all the while coming to terms with his inevitable passing.
Mohan’s tender, moving, and sometimes hilarious memoir is an account of a changing India captured in her father’s life, from the sheer feat of surviving poverty in I920s India of his birth, to witnessing key moments in the nation’s history and changing alongside them. Above all, Daddykins is an intimate and deeply relatable account of our relationships with our parents whatever our age, and the shared experiences of love and grief that unite us all.
Frances Price tart widow, possessive mother and Upper East Side force of nature – is in dire straits, beset by scandal. Her adult son Malcolm is no help, mired in a permanent state of arrested development. And then there’s their cat, who Frances believes houses the spirit of her late husband, an infamously immoral lawyer whose gruesome tabloid death rendered them social outcasts.
To put their troubles behind them, the trio cut their losses and head for the exit. Their beloved Paris becomes the backdrop for a giddy drive to self-destruction, helped along by a cast of singularly curious characters: a bashful private investigator, an aimless psychic and Mme. Reynard, friendly American expat and aggressive houseguest.
Brimming with pathos, warmth and wit, French Exit is a one-of-a-kind tragedy of manners, a riotous send-up of high society and a moving story of mothers and sons.
An American pilot crash lands in the desert and takes refuge in the very camp he was supposed to bomb. Hallucinating palm trees and worrying about dehydrating to death isn’t what Major Ellie expected from this mission. Still, it’s an improvement on the constant squabbles with his wife back home.
In the camp, teenager Momo’s money-making schemes are failing. His brother left for his first day at work and never returned, his parents are at each other’s throats, his dog is having a very bad day, and an aid worker has shown up wanting to research him for her book on the Teenage Muslim Mind.
Written with his trademark wit, keen eye for absurdity and telling important truths about the world today, Red Birds reveals master storyteller Mohammed Hanif at the height of his powers.
Is prisoner Ruth Butterham mad or a murderer? Victim or villain?
Dorothea and Ruth.
Prison visitor and prisoner. Powerful and powerless.
Dorothea Truelove is young, wealthy and beautiful. Ruth Butterham is young, poor and awaiting trial for murder.
When Dorothea’s charitable work leads her to Oakgate Prison, she is delighted with the chance to explore her fascination with phrenology and test her hypothesis that the shape of a person’s skull can cast a light on their darkest crimes. But when she meets teenage seamstress Ruth, she is faced with another theory: that it is possible to kill with a needle and thread. For Ruth attributes her crimes to a supernatural power inherent in her stitches.
The story Ruth has to tell of her deadly creations – of bitterness and betrayal, of death and dresses – will shake Dorothea’s belief in rationality, and the power of redemption.
Can Ruth be trusted? Is she mad, or a murderer?
That’s all for today! I particularly love the cover of Red Birds and am most intrigued by The Corset. I have no idea how Bloomsbury always has books that I desperately want to read but they do! And boy am I ready to read.
Lethal White – Robert Galbraith
CORMORAN STRIKEEEEEE! Do I need to say more?
‘I seen a kid killed … He strangled it, up by the horse.’
When Billy, a troubled young man, comes to private eye Cormoran Strike’s office to ask for his help investigating a crime he thinks he witnessed as a child, Strike is left deeply unsettled. While Billy is obviously mentally distressed and cannot remember many concrete details, there is something sincere about him and his story. But before Strike can question him further, Billy bolts from his office in a panic.
Trying to get to the bottom of Billy’s story, Strike and Robin Ellacott – once his assistant, now a partner in the agency – set off on a twisting trail that leads them through the backstreets of London, into a secretive inner sanctum within Parliament and to a beautiful but sinister manor house deep in the countryside.
And during this labyrinthine investigation, Strike’s own life is far from straightforward: His newfound fame as a private eye means he can no longer operate behind the scenes as he once did. Plus, his relationship with his former assistant is more fraught than it ever has been – Robin is now invaluable to Strike in the business, but their personal relationship is much, much more tricky than that.
Dhaka. 2 October 1977. A military coup is thwarted, but the exact sequence of events is shrouded in mystery. Soon after, Ayesha Begum, recovering from the birth of her second child, receives a letter from the air force stating that her husband Joynal Abedin has been sentenced to death, convicted of insurgency. But has the verdict been carried out? If it was, when and where was he executed? If he was indeed hanged, what has happened to his body? Trying to find answers to these questions, Ayesha embarks on a long and arduous quest to search for her husband, reminiscent of Behula’s epic journey in her effort to resurrect her dead husband Lakhinder in the Bengali folktale Manashamangal. Set against the backdrop of a raging famine, political assassinations and coups that took Bangladesh by storm right after its independence in 1971, Anisul Hoque’s The Ballad of Ayesha is as much a story of the newly created nation as it is the story of its people.