Diamond Dust: Stories


Upon the recent publication of Fasting, Feasting, critics raved about Anita Desai: "Desai is more than smart; she's an undeniable genius" (Washington Post Book World). The Wall Street Journal called Fasting, Feasting "poignant, penetrating . . . a splendid novel, " while the Boston Globe celebrated Desai's "beautiful literary universe." Now, in this richly diverse collection, Desai trains her luminous spotlight on private universes, stretching from India to New England, from Cornwall to Mexico. Skillfully ...

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Upon the recent publication of Fasting, Feasting, critics raved about Anita Desai: "Desai is more than smart; she's an undeniable genius" (Washington Post Book World). The Wall Street Journal called Fasting, Feasting "poignant, penetrating . . . a splendid novel, " while the Boston Globe celebrated Desai's "beautiful literary universe." Now, in this richly diverse collection, Desai trains her luminous spotlight on private universes, stretching from India to New England, from Cornwall to Mexico. Skillfully navigating the fault lines between social obligation and personal loyalties, the men and women in these nine tales set out on journeys that suddenly go beyond the pale—or surprisingly lead them back to where they started from. In the mischievous title story, a beloved dog brings nothing but disaster to his obsessed master; in other tales, old friendships and family ties stir up buried feelings, demanding either renewed commitment or escape. And in the final exquisite story, a young woman discovers a new kind of freedom in Delhi's rooftop community.
With her trademark "perceptiveness, delicacy of language, and sharp wit" (Salman Rushdie) in full evidence here, Anita Desai once again gloriously confirms that she is "India's finest writer in English" (Independent).

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Editorial Reviews

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A collection of new stories from "a superb observer of the human race." The New York Times

"Desai's books are illuminated by the author's perceptiveness, delicacy of language, and sharp wit."—Salman Rushdie

Library Journal
Originally hailing from Delhi and presently living in Cambridge, MA, Desai here demonstrates why she has been chosen as a Booker Prize finalist not once but three times. Desai continues her remarkable career with another short story collection. Whether living in a small town in Mexico or on a Delhi rooftop, her array of characters traverse cultural and class boundaries like seasoned veterans. Desai's greatest strength is her accurate depiction of the postcolonial reality of Indian life for Indians, especially evident in two of the nine stories, "The Rooftop Dwellers" and "Winterscape," both of which portray Indian women negotiating nontraditional roles. In "Winterscape," two sisters who have shared mothering responsibilites for the same child visit their Americanized son in the United States. In "The Rooftop Dwellers," Monya, a member of Dehli's rooftop community, confronts outmoded notions about single working women. Desai's exquisite descriptions of settings, her perceptive insights into human nature, and her bountiful humor make this book a valuable addition to a multitude of library collections.--Faye A. Chadwell, Univ. of Oregon Libs., Eugene Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
The New York Times
A collection of new stories from "a superb observer of the human race.
Sylvia Brownrigg
Richly rewarding . . . Throughout this nicely textured, intelligent collection, Desai graces her characters with supple and elegant prose, subtle insights and, above all, an understated, humane sense of comedy.
The New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
Nine short fictions luminously detailing events that lead characters to irrevocably cross the invisible line separating their pasts from new experiences, new insights, even new existences. In settings that range from her native India to Cornwall, Mexico, and Canada, Desai deftly sketches the scenes as she introduces varied characters. The three best stories are "Diamond Dust," "Winterscape," and "The Rooftop Dwellers." In the first, a man's devotion to his notoriously cantankerous dog leads him to act precipitously with fatal consequences. "Winterscape" details how the aunt and mother of an Indian married to a Canadian visit the couple and their newborn son and, as the unfamiliar snow falls, understand the great cultural differences that separate them. "The Rooftop Dwellers," perhaps the tale most redolent of contemporary India, describes a young, impecunious woman who moves to New Delhi to work on a literary magazine and, renting a room on a family's rooftop, begins to enjoy the freedom such a life permits, despite a robbery and a bullying landlord. In other notable pieces, , an unexpected visit from a former college friend underlines a couple's growing frailty and distance from their past ("Royalty"); a young Mexican studying in the US returns to the town where he grew up and finds it changed and energized, while his family remains querulously in the past ("Tepoztlan Tomorrow"); and a retired consultant running a hotel in Cornwall with his wife finds consolation after her death by closing the premises to guests and feeding the badgers that come out at night ("Underground"). A quiet but deeplysatisfyingcollection from the distinguished author and Booker finalist (i>Fasting, Feasting, not reviewed, etc.).
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780618042135
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 5/28/2000
  • Pages: 224
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 0.63 (d)

Meet the Author

ANITA DESAI is the author of Fasting , Feasting , Baumgartner’s Bombay , Clear Light of Day , and Diamond Dust , among other works. Three of her books have been shortlisted for the Booker Prize. Desai was born and educated in India and now lives in the New York City area.

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All was prepared for the summer exodus: the trunks packed, the household wound down, wound up, ready to be abandoned to three months of withering heat and engulfing dust while its owners withdrew to their retreat in the mountains. The last few days were a little uncomfortable - so many of their clothes already packed away, so many of their books and papers bundled up and ready for the move. The house looked stark, with the silver put away, the vases emptied of flowers, the rugs and carpets rolled up; it was difficult to get through this stretch, delayed by one thing or another - a final visit to the dentist, last instructions to the stockbrokers, a nephew to be entertained on his way to Oxford. It was only the prospect of escape from the blinding heat that already hammered at the closed doors and windows, poured down on the roof and verandas, and withdrawal to the freshness and cool of the mountains which helped them to bear it. Sinking down on veranda chairs to sip lemonade from tall glasses, they sighed, 'Well, we'll soon be out of it.' In that uncomfortable interlude, a postcard arrived - a cheap, yellow printed postcard that for some reason to do with his age, his generation, Raja still used. Sarla's hands began to tremble: news from Raja. In a quivering voice she asked for her spectacles. Ravi passed them to her and she peered through them to decipher the words as if they were a flight of migrating birds in the distance: Raja was in India, at his ashram in the south, Raja was going to be in Delhi next week, Raja expected to find her there. She would be there, wouldn't she? 'You won't desert me?' After Ravi made several appeals to her for information, for a sharing of the news, she lifted her face to him, grey and mottled, and said in a broken voice, 'Oh Ravi, Raja has come. He is in the south. He wants to visit us - next week.' It was only to be expected that Ravi's hands would fall upon the table, fall onto china and silverware, with a crash, making all rattle and jar. Raja was coming! Raja was to be amongst them again!
A great shiver ran through the house like a wind blowing that was not a wind so much as a stream of shining light, shimmering and undulating through the still, shadowy house, a radiant serpent, not without menace, some threat of danger. Whether it liked it or not, the house became the one chosen by Raja for a visitation, a house in waiting.
With her sari wrapped around her shoulders tightly, as if she were cold, Sarla went about unlocking the cupboards, taking out sheets, silver, table linen. Her own trunks, and Ravi's, had to be thrown open. What had been put away was taken out again. Ravi sat uncomfortably in the darkened drawing room, watching her go back and forth, his lips thin and tight, but his expression one of helplessness. Sometimes he dared to make things difficult for her, demanding a book or a file he knew was at the very bottom of the trunk, pretending that it was indispensable, but when she performed the difficult task with every expression of weary martyrdom, he relented and asked, 'Are you all right? Sarla?' She refused to answer, her face was clenched in a tightly contained storm of emotion. Despondently, he groaned, 'Oh, aren't we too old - ?' Then she turned to look at him, and even spoke: 'What do you mean?' Ravi shook his head helplessly. Was there any need to explain?

Raja arrived on an early morning train. Another sign of his generation: he did not fly when he was in India. Perhaps he had not taken in the fact that one could fly in India too, or else he preferred the trains, no matter how long they took, crawling over the endless, arid plains in the parched heat before the rains. At dawn, no sun yet visible, the sky was already white with heat; crows rose from dust-laden trees, cawing, then dropped to the ground, sun- struck. Sweepers with great brooms made desultory swipes at the streets, their mouths covered with a strip of turban, or sari, against the dust they raised. Motor rickshaws and taxis were being washed, lovingly, tenderly, by drivers in striped underpants. The city stank of somnolence, of dejection, like sweat-stained clothes. Sarla and Ravi stood on the railway platform, waiting, and when Sarla seemed to waver, Ravi put out a gentlemanly hand to steady her. When she turned her face to him in something like gratitude or pleading, a look passed between them as can only pass between two people married to each other through the droughts and hurricanes of thirty years. Then the train arrived, with a great blowing of triumphant whistles: it had completed its long journey from the south, it had achieved its destination, hadn't it said it would? Magnificentlly, it was a promise kept. Immediately, coolies in red shirts and turbans, with legs like ancient tree roots, sprang at the compartments, leaping ooooonto the steps before the train had even halted or its doors opened, and the families and friends waiting on the platform began to run with the train, waving, calling to the passengers who leaned out of the windows. Sarla and Ravi stood rooted to one place, clinging to each other in order not to be torn apart or pushed aside by the crowd in its excitement.
The pandemonium only grew worse when the doors were unlatched and the passengers began to dismount at the same time as the coolies forced their way in, creating human gridlock. Sighting their friends and relatives, the crowds on the platform began to wave and scream. Till coolies were matched with baggage, passengers with reception parties, utter chaos ruled. Sarla and Ravi peered through it, turning their heads in apprehension. Where was Raja? Only after united families began to leave, exhorting coolies to bring up the rear with assorted trunks, bedding rolls and baskets balanced on their heads and held against their hips, and the railway platform had emerged from the scramble, did they hear the high-pitched, wavering warble of the voice they recognized: 'Sar-la! Ra-vi! My dears, how good of you to come! How good to see you! If you only knew what I've been through, about the man who insisted on telling me about his alligator farm, describing at length how they are turned into handbags, as though I were a leather merchant . . .' and they turned to see Raja stepping out of one of the coaches, clutching his silk dhoti with one hand, waving elegantly with the other, a silver lock of hair rising from his wide forehead as he landed on the platform in his slippered feet. And then the three of them were embracing each other, all at once, and it might have been Oxford, it might have been thirty years ago, it might even have been that lustrous morning in May emerging from dew-drenched meadows and the boat-crowded Isis, with ringing out of the skies and towers above them - bells, bells, bells, bells . . . .

Copyright (c) 2000 by Anita Desai. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. First published in Great Britain in 2000 by Chatto & Windus.

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Table of Contents

CONTENTS Royalty 1 Winterscape 24 Diamond Dust, a Tragedy 50 Underground 64 The Man Who Saw Himself Drown 83 The Artist's Life 100 Five Hours to Simla or Faisla 115 Tepoztlan Tomorrow 130 The Rooftop Dwellers 158

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