Gods, Graves and Grandmother is a parody on present day India. Namita Gokhale has skilfully hung different scenes like globules of a rosary to depict the seamier side of Indian life and morality. This is an enthralling and gripping book that wears its numerous complexities daintily. It will keep on haunting its readers long after they have put it down. Namita Gokhale’s Gods, Graves and Grandmother is a hot and frequently horrible “Indian” novel about commitment (profane, fake and genuine), grandmothers, singing, abjection and pickling. After Midnight’s Children and Small Things, pickling has progressed toward becoming a significant Indo-Anglian theme. It was justifiable that love, death became Namita’s obsession. Obsession with death and love brought about two books: Gods, Graves and Grandmother composed after she beat cancer and the non-fiction Mountain Echos. Regardless of tragedies in her own life, she finds ‘a lot of enchantment in regular daily life which is to be found, she gives a straight opinion that suffering is a great incentive to growth and failure is more significant than success. It uncovers and re-characterizes character.
Associate Professor, Department of English, Mirza Ghalib College, Gaya
