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UZMA ASLAM KHAN THE GEOMETRY OF GOD TRESPASSING
Material: Finished copies(448 pages). Sales: Flamingo UK; Penguin India; Metropolitan USA; Alhamra Pakistan; Alfaguara World Spanish; RBA Catalan; Neri Pozza Editore Italy; Editions Philippe Picquier France; Van Gennep/Rainbow pocket NL; Psichogios Greece; Ambar Portugal; Ordfront Sweden; Europa Verlag Germany; Inkilap Turkey; Alfa-Narodna Knjiga Serbia; Det Norske Samlaget Norway; Bertrand Brasil (Record) Brazil; Alhamra Pakistan;Carmel Israel. Press Reviews: '...we glimpse a Pakistan - in particular, the environs of Karachi - that no writer in English has, as far as I know, ever depicted before...a delicate erotic tale spun from threads of timeless myth.' Independent 'Khan's second novel reverses the East-to-West pilgrimage so fashionable in recent sub-continental fiction. Instead her main character, Daanish, returns to his native Karachi after studying in the US, where he meets Dia, the daughter of a silk farmer. Against a solidly researched background of Pakistan's turbulent political climate in 1980s and 90s, Khan creates a story of cultural and ethnic conflict in spare and elegant prose that resonates beyond its immediate setting.' The Observer 'Khan tackles political and religious themes as adroitly as she handles the haunting love story, and what emerges is a brilliant, lush portrait of Karachi, a metropolis teeming with corruption, violence, and social tension.' Booklist 'Set between Pakistan and America during the 1980s and early 1990s, Uzma Aslam Khan’s stunning, intricate novel, TRESPASSING, has complex political conflict woven into the fabric of a narrative framed around the illicit relationship between Daanish and Dia. The book’s epic scope, encompassing global conflicts as well as very personal concerns, is enhanced by its subtle language and its interweaved narratives of beautifully realised characters. ‘I was in the States during the first Gulf War,’ says Khan. ‘In the book, Daanish is there as a journalism student, and I couldn’t have him there and it not be a political critique. His main concern is that he can’t ask questions about the war, so it becomes an issue of freedom of speech. The frustrating thing is that he is in a country that had this impression of freedom and is not free at all.’ The lack of freedom of information, which Khan also experienced as a student in America, is mirrored by a parallel situation in her native Pakistan. ‘The press is stifled in Pakistan,’ she says. ‘And issues that affect women are even more censored.’ TRESPASSING is set during Pakistan’s most recently turbulent period; Dia’s father is murdered during a random kidnapping. ‘Growing up in Karachi in the 1980s, kidnappings were rampant. I knew of families whose members were kidnapped, and so did everyone else.’ Yet Khan didn’t set out to write a political book. ‘I didn’t intend to write statements,’ she insists. ‘But America is a society I respect on many levels and I’m critical of in many ways. And it’s the same with Pakistan. You can’t stop the questioning.'Metro 'Uzma Aslam Khan gives us a Karachi of heart,
humidity and perpetual noise – a place formed by waves of conquest
and crowded with refugees from other conflicts. To Daanish, returning
from the US for his father’s funeral it is a place of discomfort
and restraint. While his mother struggles to arrange a marriage for
him, he takes refuge in memories of shell-collecting with his father
in a secret cove later used for his own courtship of Dia. Given the
news of his wife’s unfaithfulness, Dia’s overweight father
hides like a great grub in the branches of a mulberry tree. When his
bullet-riddled body is dragged from a river, the talk is of business
rivalry or random kidnapping. Young Salaamat is beaten and left for
dead when he prevents a poacher stealing turtle eggs. After the family
trade is ruined by foreign trawlers he finds work decorating the city
buses before joining the US-financed separatist fighters. Dia’s
mother Riffat’s dream of reviving the local silk industry is threatened
by the protection demanded by the local warlords and the damning of
the Indus. The book moves skilfully between private agonies and the
big dirty politics of the region: the fall of soot after the US bombing
of Iraqi oilfields stands as a metaphor for the blighting of Dia and
Daanish’s love, while the natural miscellany of turtles, seashells
and silkworms belongs to a more harmonious world, still just possible.
Khan’s picture of her home town is detailed, generous and committed
so that even after 400-odd pages you sense a larger book trying to get
out.' 'It is both as strong and as delicate as silk
thread and the prose is as lustrous as an ornate scarf.' Waterstone's
Books Quarterly
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