He found Ammamma entertaining him in a rickshaw and brought them both back in. I thought the characters of Nalini and Maya were well-developed and the contrast between the warm, fragrant, familiar life in India and the cold, plain, foreign way of life in England was made very clear. I learnt to hate the sight of the kitchen and when I was old enough to crawl, I would do my very best to scramble out of the situation but they would always get me. Satchin and I fought over the puppy because I was sure that Achan said it was for me. Picked it up a few days ago and started. Ammamma shouted at the driver to avoid the potholes but he never took any notice and so we bounced up and down on the seat.
The story is about Nalini, a woman born in Kerala, who comes to Mumbai after marriage. It is about culture conflicts and how one adapts oneself to changing cultural environments depending on ones upbringing. I would normally have given this book 3. What was I supposed to tell them? Other things were also important like how much money the family has and if the lady can cook well and, finally, their astrological charts must match. I was especially close to the young Aya who was assigned to assist with my care.
The trials and tribulations and the success and failures in these lives of Nalini and Maya and how they overcome all odds are well described. So every time we went, we buried rupees and paisas along the beach. Her particular role was to make sure I got to sleep okay and, if I awoke, to see if I needed anything. When she learns the truth, her world shifts beneath her. What was I supposed to tell them? The story can be depicted by the synopsis, so it is not required to brief here. There was, she began, a musician who lived in the sky who was responsible for changing the seasons. While Nalini cooks exotic pickles which enchant all who eat them, Maya begins to adapt to her new home — the unfamiliar food, the language, the music — and then to explore and make bold plans, plans that her mother does not understand.
It also brought my Ammamma to come and live with them. This meant that he really loved her. All this is beautifully delineated in the characters uniquely woven. On the way there we saw lots of rickshaws and taxis lined up like an army of yellowback beetles who had suddenly escaped from wherever they were trapped. Amongst secret whispers, a meticulous strategy emerged and reinforcements came in the shape of forceful fingertips that belonged to a wrinkled pair of hands. Everyone, that is, except for her daughter, Maya.
The telegram came and then time went at an exaggerated pace, like the hour hand decided to become the second hand so that it could make up for the things we had missed with Achan. But even a white lie cannot remain hidden forever - and when the truth resurfaces, it changes everything. Das Erzähltempo ist an manchen Stellen behäbig, an anderen Stellen werden plötzlich Jahre übersprungen, so dass man fast das Gefühl hat, den Kontakt zu den Personen zu verlieren. Three generations of women, healing through spices sounds a bit like mistress of spices , a father who is never there - the theme was quite interesting. At that moment, every conceivable life form made its way towards the food but normally Tikko got it first. Yes the story was predictable but then there was more to the story. Too much goodness and it becomes preachy.
Everyone, that is, except for her daughter, Maya. Ammamma hardly ever got upset and she only shouted at us once when Satchin and I kicked over the mountain of colourful spices that she had left out to dry. I thought the characters of Nalini and Maya were well-developed and the contrast between the warm, fragrant, familiar life in India and the cold, plain, foreign way of life in England was made very clear. Whilst I was in his arms, Satchin would pull at his trouser leg, a technique he had learnt with Nila and the mango trees; Nila would shake the trunk and he would watch the mangoes fall one by one. The first thing I saw were the dusty blades of a khaki fan. Maya and Nalini take turns in being the narrators, so although Maya and Satchin find it difficult to adjust to the new country, they like the opulence and the grandeur.
Towards the end of the story, it is tragedy that tears the family apart again. I love books about food and the descriptions of all the cooking and spices made me want to eat curry, and I liked the contrasting viewpoints about the same events from the child and adults stories. And so it went on for hours and hours, years and years. But what if there are a hundred shades for truth? This book can make you crave for spicy Asian food ; Eine wunderbare Geschichte über die magische Wirkung von Gewürze und die Kraft des Vergebens. A pinch of Turmeric, a sprinkle of pepper and a dash of masala to bring everything together. Travelling all over only to realize your feet always lead you home.
But things are not rosy in this country. The Indian spices playing an integral part in the story. When he came back, he brought us many gifts from faraway places. A beautiful concept wonderfully executed! Forced by circumstances in life, Nalini uproots herself and her two children Maya and Sachin to move to London leaving behind her mother in hometown Kerala. It had so much wisdom in it that if I wanted to write out quotes, I should have copied the whole book. He had sixteen cows more than Amma. She is the second narrator of Preethi Nair's One Hundred Shades of White; the somewhat less interesting Maya is the first.