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A review by ummefatema
When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife by Meena Kandasamy
5.0
"My husband is in the kitchen.
He is channelling his anger, practising his outrage. I am the wooden cutting board banged against the countertop. I am the clattering plates flung into the cupboards. I am the unwashed glass being thrown to the floor. Shatter and shards and diamond sparkle of tiny pieces. My hips and thighs and breasts and buttocks. Irreversible crashing sounds, a fragile sight of brokenness as a petty tyrant indulges in a power-trip. Not for the first time, and not for the last."
I cannot put into words how much I care for this book. It‘s brutal but so important. The author won my heart with her writing. It’s not for the faint of heart but I’d encourage everyone to read this if they can take it.
My copy is full of highlights now because every word the author has written is crucial.
“I am the woman with wings, the woman who can fly and fuck at will. I have smuggled this woman out of the oppressive landscape of small-town India. I need to smuggle her out of her history, out of the do’s and don’ts for good Indian girls.”
He is channelling his anger, practising his outrage. I am the wooden cutting board banged against the countertop. I am the clattering plates flung into the cupboards. I am the unwashed glass being thrown to the floor. Shatter and shards and diamond sparkle of tiny pieces. My hips and thighs and breasts and buttocks. Irreversible crashing sounds, a fragile sight of brokenness as a petty tyrant indulges in a power-trip. Not for the first time, and not for the last."
I cannot put into words how much I care for this book. It‘s brutal but so important. The author won my heart with her writing. It’s not for the faint of heart but I’d encourage everyone to read this if they can take it.
My copy is full of highlights now because every word the author has written is crucial.
“I am the woman with wings, the woman who can fly and fuck at will. I have smuggled this woman out of the oppressive landscape of small-town India. I need to smuggle her out of her history, out of the do’s and don’ts for good Indian girls.”