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kikiandarrowsfishshelf 's review for:
A Season for Martyrs
by Bina Shah
Disclaimer: ARC via Netgalley.
There is a tendency in America to think too small when it comes to global politics. The world, according to many news agencies, ends at the border of the United States, sometimes it even excludes Hawaii and Alaska. Despite the heavy number of 24 hour news networks, most news on television, at least American television, is sadly general and nationalistic. There are exceptions to this of course, but in most classes the nightly news will either spend a minute about the Ebola outbreak while cable news recycles the same sound bites, over and over.
When Benazhir Bhutto was killed the best coverage, at least in my area was BBC World News, but even there it lacked a certain quality. It implied, if not directly stated, that she universally loved in Pakistan.
And this is hardly ever the case, as this novel shows.
Shah’s novel focuses on Ali, a young man in Pakistan who stands in the middle of everything. He isn’t political, couldn’t really care about current events but works for a news station. His family life is complicated, and Ali, a Muslim, loves a young Hindu woman who loves him back. Ali’s life changes when Benazhir Bhutto returns to Pakistan to seek re-election. One of the bones of discontent in his family is how Bhutto is seen, strongly supported by Ali’s father, while Ali himself has a less glossed view. Ali, himself, hopes to be able to continue with his education, perhaps by going to America. Throw in the Bush War on Terror, and you have a novel that could be a lecture, but thankfully isn’t. Ali steers clear of the Romeo and Juliet vibe as well, making the story a coming of age story in terms of politics.
What Shah presents is history, not only in the now of Ali’s story, but in the past of Pakistan as well, starting with a mythical story and ending with that of Ali’s own father. These tales alternate with Ali’s own story. At first, it doesn’t quite seem as if this will work, but it does. It works extremely well.
The narrative allows Shah to present another view to the War on Terror, one that is even different from the recent look at drones that John Oliver did on his HBO series. Ali wants to be almost too many things it seems like, and while he struggles to make sense of who and what he is, he also struggles to make sense of who and what the people around him are. This true regardless of his boss at the news agency who at first seems a bit bitch like, but perhaps is merely driven, to his close friend who may be bi-sexual or just gay, to his sister who longs for a bit more freedom, freedom that Ali isn’t quite sure he can get for himself.
It is a honed in viewpoint of one particular time and the effects that politics and thinking about politics can have on the individual. Ali struggles with questions that we all ask – when do you give up on your country or politicians? When is forgiveness an option? Should it even be one?
And over it, the most dominant symbol is Bhutto and what, we the reader know, is going to happen to her.
In some ways, it is that knowledge that makes the end hit like a punch.
If you are an American, it will be a thought provoking read that will highlight other effects of the War on Terror and international policy. This is a mirror to Ali who slowly and surely awakens from his shocked apathy.
There is a tendency in America to think too small when it comes to global politics. The world, according to many news agencies, ends at the border of the United States, sometimes it even excludes Hawaii and Alaska. Despite the heavy number of 24 hour news networks, most news on television, at least American television, is sadly general and nationalistic. There are exceptions to this of course, but in most classes the nightly news will either spend a minute about the Ebola outbreak while cable news recycles the same sound bites, over and over.
When Benazhir Bhutto was killed the best coverage, at least in my area was BBC World News, but even there it lacked a certain quality. It implied, if not directly stated, that she universally loved in Pakistan.
And this is hardly ever the case, as this novel shows.
Shah’s novel focuses on Ali, a young man in Pakistan who stands in the middle of everything. He isn’t political, couldn’t really care about current events but works for a news station. His family life is complicated, and Ali, a Muslim, loves a young Hindu woman who loves him back. Ali’s life changes when Benazhir Bhutto returns to Pakistan to seek re-election. One of the bones of discontent in his family is how Bhutto is seen, strongly supported by Ali’s father, while Ali himself has a less glossed view. Ali, himself, hopes to be able to continue with his education, perhaps by going to America. Throw in the Bush War on Terror, and you have a novel that could be a lecture, but thankfully isn’t. Ali steers clear of the Romeo and Juliet vibe as well, making the story a coming of age story in terms of politics.
What Shah presents is history, not only in the now of Ali’s story, but in the past of Pakistan as well, starting with a mythical story and ending with that of Ali’s own father. These tales alternate with Ali’s own story. At first, it doesn’t quite seem as if this will work, but it does. It works extremely well.
The narrative allows Shah to present another view to the War on Terror, one that is even different from the recent look at drones that John Oliver did on his HBO series. Ali wants to be almost too many things it seems like, and while he struggles to make sense of who and what he is, he also struggles to make sense of who and what the people around him are. This true regardless of his boss at the news agency who at first seems a bit bitch like, but perhaps is merely driven, to his close friend who may be bi-sexual or just gay, to his sister who longs for a bit more freedom, freedom that Ali isn’t quite sure he can get for himself.
It is a honed in viewpoint of one particular time and the effects that politics and thinking about politics can have on the individual. Ali struggles with questions that we all ask – when do you give up on your country or politicians? When is forgiveness an option? Should it even be one?
And over it, the most dominant symbol is Bhutto and what, we the reader know, is going to happen to her.
In some ways, it is that knowledge that makes the end hit like a punch.
If you are an American, it will be a thought provoking read that will highlight other effects of the War on Terror and international policy. This is a mirror to Ali who slowly and surely awakens from his shocked apathy.