In The River Has No Camera, we look at Kerala through the eyes of a young cosmopolitan Indian woman and what we see is a curious mix of alienation and belonging. The backdrop of the story is the glorious and turbulent past of the rich Nayar landlords. There is a certain irony in that the narrator's great-grandfather, supposedly the embodiment of a caste ridden and oppressive feudal system, embraces socialism. His volte-face has drastic and rather unpleasant ...
