`The intricate web of Indian family life is sometimes hard to unravel but, carefully etched as it is in this outstanding memoir, its values are easily seen to be enduring and universal. The story belongs to the India of the Raj and, therefore, to a vanished age, but it matters not, for orthodox Hinduism has over the centuries defied both time and change. At 17, Shanti Devi became the wife of Amolak Ram Mehta, a British-trained doctor, an extrovert who revelled in club life, tennis parties and cards. That was Daddyji. But the marriage worked, as in India it usually does. Both Mamaji and Daddyji — the suffix is a mark of love, even veneration — won the respect of their children in establishing a close and caring family to which this remarkable book is a rare tribute.' SUNDAY TELEGRAPH
`What emerges here, cunningly tinted with an illuminating range of local colour, is the portrait of a marriage that was both formal and ardent, conventional and unusual...Mr Mehta's style honours an India spicy with subtleties and courageous with credulity.' SUNDAY TIMES
Ted Mehta has produced a fascinating work for all those who delight in India...the teeming Bali in the old city with the swaying medium, the blaze of proffered bowls of cardamoms, aniseeds, raisins and fruit, and `the haunting thud of the drum'. It succeeds in borrowing something of that golden haze through which Kim saw the life of the Grand Trunk Road in the rays of the setting sun' TIMES LITERARY SUPPLEMENT
`An outstanding writer of his generation... the principal task on which he is now engaged is that of a discovery of India through the portrayal of himself and his antecedents. India has never ceased, and will never cease, to be his true home.' THE LISTENER `A strange alien world, haunted by death and tragedy, resignation, comedy and love. Rich with universal truths...the resonances cut across the boundaries of nationalities, culture and time.
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Goodreads rating: 4.10/5