Until the Lions: Echoes from the Mahabharata

by Karthika Nair

Overview

In Until the Lions Karthika Nair retells the Mahabharata through multiple voices. Her poems capture the epic through the lenses of nameless soldiers outcast warriors and handmaidens but also abducted princesses tribal queens and a gender-shifting god. As peripheral figures and silent catalysts take centre stage we get a glimpse of lives and stories buried beneath the edifices of god and nation heroes and victory a glimpse of the price paid for myth and history-all too often interchangeable.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781939810366
Publisher:	New York Review Books
Publication date:	11/12/2019
Pages:	290
Product dimensions:	6.70(w) x 8.70(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

French-Indian, poet-dance producer/curator, Karthika Naïr is the author of several books, including The Honey Hunter, illustrated by Joëlle Jolivet and published in English, French, German and Bangla. Until the Lions: Echoes from the Mahabharata, her reimagining of the Mahabharata in multiple voices, won the 2015 Tata Literature Live! Award for Book of the Year (Fiction). Her latest book is the collaborative Over and Under Ground in Mumbai & Paris, a travelogue in verse, written with Mumbai-based poet Sampurna Chattarji, and illustrated by Joëlle Jolivet and Roshni Vyam. Naïr was also the principal scriptwriter of the multiple-award-winning DESH (2011), choreographer Akram Khan's dance solo; its family show-version; Chotto Desh (2015) and Until the Lions, Khan's adaptation of one of the chapters of her book. As a dance enabler, her closest association has been with Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui and Damien Jalet as executive producer of works like Three Spells, Babel (Words), Puz/zle and Les Médusés, and as co-founder of Cherkaoui's company, Eastman.

Read an Excerpt

PADAT I
I. The Father

PAWN TALK: BRASS AND STRING
This is Kurukshetra, Son.
This is where our kings seek to die – kings, princes, generals,
that whole heedless race of highborn war-mongers – for a skyway,
swift and direct to heaven. Theirs, you say, their heaven, not ours, it will still be their heaven, as it is their earth,
their honour, both already theirs,
and with lives so slaked, heaven their only conquest left.

But this is Kurukshetra,
this is where things could change, Son. I heard the sages swear: equal will all men be, in hell or heaven, once killed here. Think, if even the pariahs – Mahar and Shanar,
Chamar and Chandal, Dhobi, Bhangi,
they whose shades taint the land, so the scholars also swear – can attain casteless paradise, such an honour once slain, perhaps our lives too shall stand another chance on so holy a strand

as Kurukshetra, sculpted by Shiva’s own hand, then laid east of Maru, rainless Maru, north of wild Khandava, where Takshaka rules his crafty tribe, south of gentle
Turghna yet westerly, not too far from
Parin. Dharmakshetra, they call her too,
this curl between two sacred rivers –
Saraswati and Dhrishtadvati – that traverse the eight known worlds,
gleaning virtues – alongside all the silt and loam and rubble –
from each one to disperse on the divine hearse

that is Kurukshetra.
On these sands, they’d abound: satya, daya, daan,
kshama, tapas, suchi …Truth,
Largesse, Purity, then – to uncurse generations still to be sown – Mercy and Kindness, Son, oh, and Celibacy,
Sacrifice, and some other merits I
can never name throng to make this Vishnu’s ground, its godly name his gift to an early,
devout Kuru king.

Look, on Kurukshetra,
night rises like another sun,
a younger, more brilliant one.
To the west stands the Pandava camp: Yuddhishtira’s legions face the break of each new dawn, theirs the demand for war to attain peace and justice, to retrieve his old realm,
the land he strewed with ease like sand or dice, the subjects he cast away in less than a trice. Crown and honour should be his, our elders persist, noble soul who never lies, king with a single vice: avid, unskilled player.

While Kurukshetra can scarce contain the dark constellation of Duryodhana’s army: his men – a dazzle of fearless glory – suffuse the East, from centre to brim. Good, kind Duryodhana, our
Kuru sovereign, ours, Son, like few have ever been. Duryodhana, eldest of the one and hundred mighty Kaurava sons of that purblind king Dhritarashtra. Duryodhana,
far-sighted like few rulers ever care to be,
reaping not one, nor a few but thirteen harvests of peace, safety, prosperity for all his people, even those of us that survive like vermin on outer rims.

What People are Saying About This

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"Karthika Nair, in Until the Lions, powerfully reimagines the national epic from the margins, allowing the suppressed voices to be centered and given subjectivity. Lyrical and somatically dense, the prose and verse of this book creates an intense and coruscating chorus. In a world that seems more riven by the political tensions of capital and multiplicity, that seems more dangerous and conflicted, this epic feels like a balm." – Kazim Ali

"Until the Lions" is the Mahabharata I longed for as a child. These are the voices I imagined as I sat through enforced viewings of the endless TV series, bristling with waxed mustachios and phallic posturing. Karthika Nair has pulled off a truly epic feat. Both the scope of her ambition and the skill of her execution inspire awe and elation." –Shailja Patel

"Whether it’s about war, grief, love-making, or revenge, every poem of Until the Lions is charged with Karthika Naïr’s electric voice. The lines fairly hum with it. In a strange unexpected way, this epic re-singing is also a deeply personal book." – Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

"The most eloquent meditation on the Mahabharata in this generation - a lyrical, unflinching exploration of the souls embodied in many of the great epic characters, a moving and intricate weaving together of their destinies and desires...and a profound lament for the suffering that all human beings must know. In her hands, the ancient epic assumes new life, one that is somehow close to our own experience of the world, familiar yet also utterly strange and new. No one has read the Mahabharata this way before her." — David Shulman

"In this retelling of the Mahabaratha from the point of view of its hitherto minor female characters, Karthika Naïr uncovers a seminal feminist text." — Jeet Thayil

"Karthika Nair explores the contrapuntal stories of the Mahabharata in a virtuoso collection of dramatic monologues. Queens, warriors, sages, slaves and peasants, even wolves have their say, as the tales of rulers and lovers, parents and children, gods and humans, are retold in metered prose and poetic forms of myriad origin: the Spanish glosa, the Malay pantoum, the Provençal sestina, the Pashtun landay, shaped stanzas and nonce forms. This is a glorious work of storytelling." - Marilyn Hacker

"Until the Lions is a powerful lesson in how the legacy of hate can flow from one generation to another. Nair's writing is constantly informed by the intricate structures of choreography and, at the same time, has had a profound influence on several prominent dance artists of this generation." - Alistair Spalding

Editorial Reviews

"The thirty haunting, heartrending chapters, in a wide range of forms and styles, resonate powerfully with one another...Women whose names are known from the Sanskrit epic but whose character and inner experience are muted there suddenly come to life as full-blooded people caught up in the destruction endemic to a male world."
—David Shulman, New York Review of Books

"Naïr, in nearly three hundred pages of connected poems, reimagines the story of the Mahabharata as the lions’ story, giving a voice to nineteen of its characters and allowing them each to tell their own account ... Employing poetic structures including the canzone and the obscure French form rimas dissolutas, among many others, Naïr deftly shifts from one voice to the next."
—Bibi Deitz, Bomb

"I am astounded by the personalized shifts with which Karthika stamps her voice on the Mahabharata, so tender, fierce and visionary. It's a liberating experience to be dissolved into what Amjad Nasser called "the ten metaphors of poetry," so to speak, between grief and love, ecstasy and despair, meaning and nonsense."
—Fady Joudah, Shelf Awareness

“John Dryden famously spoke of translation taking three forms: metaphrase, paraphrase, and imitation. Though written in English, Karthika Naïr's Until the Lions certainly fits this last category. Her feminist take on the Mahabharata, India’s great epic, is an astonishing demonstration of the power of translation to reshape and renew the literature of the past.” 
—Edwin Frank, in Words Without Borders

"The Mahabharata, the larger of India’s two epics, was composed roughly 2,000 years ago...In reading Naïr’s book, I felt as if I had scratched the surface of a palimpsest (the epic) and discovered a room teeming with three-dimensional living souls...Until the Lions adds a brilliant new thread to this rich literary tapestry."
—Harvard Review

"Has been rightly hailed as a magnum opus by the critics."
—Wasafiri

"The Mahabharata will always take you back to the deepest existential questions. It continues to instigate superlative writing as well. Karthika Naïr's Until the Lions is an unshakable masterpiece of modern poetry, one of the great retellings of the text."
—Indian Express

"Naïr's intervention — a series of dramatic monologues that give the epic's women psychological depth, wrath and despair — is brilliantly executed.
—Times Literary Supplement

"Until the Lions is a triumph of narrative and poetic risk-taking. Five years in the making, Nair's collection of poems, written in the voices of women in the Mahabharata, has been rightly hailed as a magnum opus by critics."
—Aditya Mani Jha, Wasafiri

“Until the Lions, a poem cycle set at the margins of the Mahabharata, uses modern forms but doesn’t shy away from the strangeness and ferocity of its setting . . . Until the Lions is, despite or because of its ancient milieu, one of the most powerful anti-war statements I’ve ever read.”
—Brendan Moody, Late Democracy

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