Anita Nair can handle it–a grim tale of a luminous, mercurial young girl shattered into a whimpering, cowering animal both by a stray log that comes crashing from the sea and the viciousness of men dealing in the illegal business of snuffing out female foetuses; a sorry story of a frothy corporate marriage that disintegrates like a delicate wine-glass knocked over by a careless bejewelled hand at a cocktail party; a touching chronicle of four generations of women in a family negotiating disparate yet entwined lives; a fragile vision of two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, until they shore up against the promise of possible redemption in each other–all of it, with the expert flair of a chef extraordinaire whipping up featherweight meringues to match the lightness and delicate sweetness of souls. Nair’s latest, Lessons in Forgetting, is like an experience in fine dining–it tantalises your palate and makes you want to chew slowly upon its offerings, and it makes you want to linger at the table just a little while longer……

Here, indeed, is a novel well worth remembering.

India Today

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