Wednesday, October 27, 2010
“Anosh Irani does for Iranis what Rohinton Mistry did for Parsis. The Irani community comes alive for those who do not know it.” – SUNDAY TIMES OF INDIA
"The soul-searching journey of three generations of Iranis is blended into a heart-warming story…The author portrays [an] unlikely yet compelling romance between a young Irani man and an even younger Warli woman with an exquisite touch. The beauty and purity of their love lingers even when it is violently truncated…The stories of generations as well as of individuals unfold on a sweeping scale, intertwining and coming full circle.”
– THE DECCAN HERALD
“… exquisitely plotted, researched and written … a story of intertwined destinies and uncomfortable class divisions crafted in an unapologetic voice.” – MINT LOUNGE
"Anosh Irani's latest offering is a saga of unrelenting tragedy and a tale well told."
– THE CALCUTTA TELEGRAPH
“[Dahanu Road] goes beyond sepia-tinted nostalgia to depict the savage wrestling for power between landlords and Warli workers…the plot [is] taut and suspenseful…a chronicle of the eccentric members of one of the world’s most exclusive and quickly declining clubs – the Zoroastrian community…Alternately tragic and funny, Dahanu Road doesn’t lose sight of it all.” – TIME OUT, NEW DELHI
“… NOT-TO-BE-MISSED…” – ELLE INDIA
“…Dahanu Road is engagingly written and Irani creates a lovable cast of characters.” – MUMBAI BOSS
"Author Anosh Irani provides us with a unique blend of fact and fiction, interspersing village life with realities of Irani history. A heart-wrenching chronicle of love and loss, Dahanu Road is one man's search for truth in a sea of deception." – THE TIMES OF INDIA
Monday, August 30, 2010
The word STATIONERY can be seen above our heads, but I promise you we weren't selling pens. Or anything of the sort.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Also on the show, Ryan Knighton talks about his memoir, C'MON PAPA. When I first came to Canada, in my days at Capilano College, I went to the writing centre as I was constantly confused about the usage of commas. Ryan was the instructor there. And now we're on the same radio show. He has a wonderful sense of humor.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
But here's something that may not be found in any holy book. It's what my aunt told me years ago, and the simplicity of the image has stayed with me to this day:
Our prayers travel upwards in the form of rays of light. If the prayer is genuine, it is intercepted by an angel who is specially trained to answer prayers. The strength of the beam of light depends entirely on the sincerity and selflessness of the prayer.
I love the idea of angels roaming the heavens, watching over Earth, responding to light that, for a change, comes from us.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
And on Apri 26th, a reading with Yann Martel at the Kay Meek Centre in West Van. I did my first ever reading with Yann Martel in 2004 when The Cripple and His Talismans was published. It wasn't good for me. Got used to reading to 400 people.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
A well-written article about DAHANU ROAD (and myself) in today's Globe and Mail:
Bombay and Dahanu do inspire and haunt me at the same time -- perfect catalyst-muses for a writer; Canada, on the other hand, with its wide open spaces and receptive readers, makes for a great canavas. I prefer to write here. This place is designed for creation.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 01, 2010
But back to the salon -- I'd recommend the head massage. A young man will pour a mugful of oil down your head, his fingers will turn into claws, and they will work on your scalp with the speed of a whirring fan, ensuring that you sink into your chair with a feeling of lazy magnificence.
More on the novel later. Let me enjoy my massage.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Dahanu Road traces the journey of my people, the Zoroastrian Iranis, from Iran to Bombay, and then Dahanu, where they set up fruit orchards. They grew just one fruit, sweet and brown, called the chickoo. This novel is my love letter - dark, disturbing and ribald (as all love letters should be) to a place and people that mean a lot to me.
Stay tuned to this blog, and I hope that the music you hear in the coming days will haunt, inspire, and entertain.