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It was worse in the upper school; the deputy head had all the pull and the power,
she was just a figure-head. Figure head, yes, that was what she was, she smiled
crookedly, except that she had no figure either. Manel came in, threw her bag ...
After a while the old man had risen and, patting Vijay on the head, had gone to
bed. In the morning he was dead. His wife's picture lay beside him on the pillow.
Manel was not at that funeral either. She was busy moving house. Vijay had been
She shook her head, and the sweetmeat flew out of his hands and fell on the sari
she had taken off and neatly laid on her bed. 'Now see what you have done,'
cried Manel, picking up the sari and rushing it into the bathroom. 'My new sari too,
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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