Mythily Sivaraman’s grandmother, Subbalskshmi, lived in the early years of the twentieth century. Married at 11 and a mother by 14, Subbalakshmi lived a hard life, dealing with her husband’s frequent absences, with became more and more reclusive, focusing on the one thing that perhaps gave her hope: her desire to read. In this meticulously researched and loving book, Mythily reconstructs her grandmother’s life from the fragments of papers ad notes, and an occasional diary, that she left behind in a tin trunk. In doing so, she explores the silences that surround women’s innermost feelings. Subbalakhmi records even the most mundane of activities such as going to hospital, embroidering things for her daughter, but remains silent on the many other important events in her life. Mythily’s painstaking research into both the wider contest and the intimate details of Subbalakshmi’s life sheds light on the Tamil Brahmin culture with its strong silencing of women and denial of their thoughts and feelings. It explores the ways in which silence and secrecy often become an Armour and a survival strategy for women. The book directs the reader to new archives for seeking out history, for with women, silence and speech, the written and the unsaid, the occasional fragment, the odd nothing, the library ticket, the shopping list… all of these provide pointers to their lived lives and locations. In its portrayal of the life of one woman, the author weaves together different strands to give the reader a rich and complex book that contributors to new ways of approaching women’s history.
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