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As seen from Saddam’s perspective
Harbans Singh
Iraq: A
Heroic Resistance
by Bhim Singh: Har-Anand Publications, New Delhi. Rs 495.
Pages 272
THERE
is much to admire and know about the people and leadership of
a country that has stood up to the pressure of the only power
of the world for more than a decade.
Tales
make a telling difference
Chanchal Narang
The Wise Monkey and Other Animal Stories
by Geeta Ramanujam (Illustrations by Ajanta Guhathakurta)
Puffin by Penguin, New Delhi. Pages 112. Rs. 199
THERE
are very few people who have the attitude, aptitude and acumen
to suggest positive and productive changes in the matters that
they choose to criticise.
We
could do with some education, indeed
Arun Gaur
Indian Education at Cross Road
by Ramnath Sharma, Shubhi Publications, 272, Rs 795
WHEN
hegemonic designs prompted the British to impose a centralised
administrative structure (that included their own gradually
modified system of education) over India, one of the
unexpected offshoots (for the British) was the rise of
nationalism that eventually worked against vested imperial
interests.
A
critique of mental health issues that affect women
Uma Vasudeva
Mental Health from a Gender Perspective,
edited by Bhargavi V. Davar, Sage Publications, New Delhi.
Pages 427, Price Rs 595.
EARLIER
the concept of 'gender and mental health' had not been known
till the early nineties. However it became audible in many
professional and feminist circles by the year 1995. The
awareness of the need for mental health for women became more
pronounced subsequently.
A
sensuous story set in the hills
Padam Ahlawat
Wild Flower
by Avinash Prem. Vale Publications, New Delhi. Pages 243. Rs
250.
THE
author, Avinash Prem belongs to Himachal Pradesh, and now
lives in Shimla. The former Brigadier of the Indian Army has
to his credit an earlier work of non-fiction, India — A
soldier’s view. In the book under review, the soldier
writes a sensuous story set in the remote tribal area of
Kinnaur.
BOOK EXTRACT
Family
Matters
A SPLASH of
light from the late-afternoon sun lingered at the foot of
Nariman’s bed as he ended his nap and looked towards the
clock. It was almost six. He glanced down where the warm patch
had lured his toes. Knurled and twisted, rendered birdlike by
age, they luxuriated in the sun’s comfort. His eyes fell
shut again.
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