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But he still managed to send some money home to his parents, and even a sari
or two to his sisters. Gradually his 'extravagances' got worse. He developed a
taste for cards, beer gave way to arrack. The remittances home began to fall off.
'Did you think I distilled arrack. . . .' he broke off chuckling. 'No, Uncle,' Saha
stammered. 'I thought, I thought it was a prayer room. I have never seen so many
books and papers. . . .' 'Well, I suppose you can say it is a prayer room in a way, ...
... I never knew which - of doing 'combined study' with his three other friends who
were also sitting their London Matric for the second time, and end up gambling at
cards. Invariably he would come home late, smelling of cigarettes and arrack, ...
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WHEN MEMORY DIESUser Review - Kirkus
First published in Britain, a novel that movingly details how three generations of idealists try to find meaning and purpose as their country, Sri Lanka, becomes another killing field. The author ... Read full review