Books: ‘Why I Killed My Husband’ by Anita Nair lays bare the everyday complexities
The author patiently chips away at the various veneers that hide the mauled consciousness of people in our vicinity
Amidst the complicated philosophies that we often trap our lives into and the pressures of reading ‘serious’ literature that can justify these complexities, we tend to overlook the everydays that occupy much of our consciousness. It is these everydays that twist and turn and inveigle their way into our thoughts. It is these realities — unsavoury, harsh, sometimes endearing, sometimes tender — that make us who we are. Anita Nair has always been a writer who has had a finger on the pulse of what makes us the unique individuals that we are. Be it ‘Ladies Coupe’ or ‘The Better Man’, or her forays into detective fiction, ‘Cut Like Wound’, she has rooted herself in the preoccupations and disruptive dissonances that result in the rather complicated identities that people have.
