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Romesh Gunesekera | 256 pages | 07 May 2015 | GRANTA BOOKS | 9781783780174 | English | London, United Kingdom ‘Noontide Toll’, by | Financial Times

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The convention that the rich regard the people they hire as invisible has allowed many authors before Gunesekera to embed servants as the reporters of stories and the rooters-out of secrets. But each story here poses the question in some closely related form, rendering the dynamic predictable. Certain characters and features blatantly embody the past Vasantha himself; an inn that Leonard Woolf visited in , now scheduled for renovation , while others betoken the future a flippant teenager, ignorant of history; various personifications of carpetbagger capitalism. One measure of literary merit is how well a work resists simple thematic summary. But in a story involving a fashion shoot in a cricket stadium, the various parts, including a mob of schoolboys who unexpectedly swarm the pitch, all seem to bear more than one fixed meaning. Maurizio Cucchi , ter. Paolo Di Stefano , sec. Mario Fortunato , sec. Toni Maraini , ter. , sec. , ter. Mario Desiati , sec. Osvaldo Guerrieri , ter. Lorenzo Pavolini , sec. Roberto Cazzola , ter. Eugenio Baroncelli , sec. Milo De Angelis , ter. Edoardo Albinati , sec. Paolo Di Paolo , ter. Andrea Canobbio , sec. Valerio Magrelli , ter. Irene Chias , sec. Giorgio Falco , ter. Nicola Lagioia , sec. Letizia Muratori , ter. Marcello Fois , sec. Emanuele Tonon , ter. Stefano Massini , sec. Alessandro Zaccuri , ter. Alessandra Sarchi Poetry prize: Antonio Riccardi Translation Award: Evgenij Solonovic Identity and dialectal literatures award: Gialuigi Beccaria e Romesh Gunesekera - Literature

For those who have unanswered questions and personal traumas, moving on is not so easy. For others, there is the natural desire to get as much distance as possible from a bad time. And, for a few, those bad moments are tied up with guilt and complicity, as Vasantha observes, which may not let them move on. What makes Vasantha different? Why is he so curious about the world, and about his countrymen? He is on the road a lot. He has time to think. He meets a range of people and is often forced to test his assumptions and prejudices. If you are a reader, something similar happens as you embark on a book. Luckily, not everyone is asleep at the wheel. Is that dead rat in the hotel dining room symbolic of something larger? Some things grow larger in the mind, especially in memory. Fiction needs to work with that. There is more than one animal killed in the story, and there are an untold number of human deaths that we are aware of in the area of the Spice Garden Inn. Even the random death of a roadkill will make any driver think, if only briefly, about deeper things. Later in the same story, Vasantha makes one of many apparently casual yet invariably pointed comments about how war has affected his country. It seemed as though the transport of a nation had been gathered here and turned to scrap. My friend has a car where every component has been salvaged from a different vehicle. But I am afraid war seems to have changed the attitudes of the younger generation. They have become more used to the idea of a disposable society. The landscape through which Vasantha drives his Chinese party is badly scarred by lingering traces of war. Gunesekera, who often echoes the great RK Narayan , has no difficulty in allowing his narrator to speak freely, yet is also generous in evoking vivid images, particularly of the wreckage of war littering the landscape. For all the free discussion of the new tourism, history provides a haunting backdrop. I am always in the van. And wherever I go in the van, I reach the edge and have to turn back like an ant on a floating leaf. I go everywhere in this country [Sri Lanka], but nowhere in my mind. Maybe you can never really leave the past behind. It is in your head and outside your control. By far the strongest, stand-alone story in the book is Roadskill. It is set in Kilinochchi, formerly the capital of the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam and where they had held their press conferences. Dressed — rather pointedly — in a grey trouser suit, she is further indication of how change has supplanted tradition. Her welcome is terse. The scar on her neck and her callused trigger finger suggest she had previously been a soldier. Although not the best of the versatile Gunesekera, this minor work is an interesting collection, marked by several illuminating narrative asides. Vasantha begins the book as a pragmatist. There is nothing more to it. One might level the same criticisms as those directed at the heroes of The White Tiger and Slumdog Millionaire. What driver or tour guide born of the subcontinent's working classes would speak like this? This matters a great deal to some, less so to me. That said, Vasantha serves more as a point-of-view device than as a rounded protagonist. While there is mention of his past, his family and his regrets, Noontide Toll is less about his journey than about those he transports. Noontide Toll comes from the same wellspring as Gunesekera's early work, the Booker-shortlisted Reef and the underrated Monkfish Moon. In all three books, simple stories told in delicate prose reveal curious insights, powerful ideas and painful losses. Many Sri Lankan writers face internal dilemmas when describing this island of contradictions.

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May 18, Audrey rated it liked it. Vasantha is a taxi driver in post-Civil war, post-Tsunami Sri Lanka. As he tries to make sense of the "new" Sri Lanka, his interactions with his western clients cause confusion and disillusionment. This novel provides a glimpse into the physical scars on the landscape and people as well as the feeling of upheaval or imbalance in the country at large. Quietly beautifully funny, sad and at times, shocking. Poetic in that every word is worth its weight. Characters sketched lightly, as seen through the eyes of a taxi driver, Vasantha, who has the measure of his passengers, telling their stories in the context of the recent troubled history of Sri Lanka. Wonderful real life stories of modern Sri Lanka after the 'Troubles'. Subtle writing of serious themes done in a non threatening way. Really enjoyed this, especially after traveling around Sri Lanka many years ago in a van seeing all the nooks and crannies during the time of troubles. I just couldn't get through it. It did not work for me.. It's extremely hard for me to DNF a book but this just wasn't working. Aug 16, The Bamboo Traveler rated it it was amazing Shelves: literary-fiction , sri-lanka. In , Japan was a dump. Nobody thought the Japanese could make even a cup of tea anymore, but now Toyota is the biggest car company in the world. Its a funny business, I tell them. No one knows who will have the last laugh. Look at Germany, same thing. German tourists are rolling in it now. Their chancellor is the boss of Europe. It makes you wonder about this business of defeat and victory. I just love this book. I love the style of writing. It's witty and sharp. I love how philosophical it is. Vasantha retired early from his office job, bought a used van, and started a business of driving tourists, NGO employees, business people, expatriates, etc. Each chapter of the book covers one ride. In chapter 1, it's some Dutch tourists visiting the fort in Jaffna, in chapter 2 priests visiting an army base, in chapter 3 a Sri Lankan Tamil who immigrated many years ago and his son visiting the father's childhood home, and so on. I sometimes don't need a lot of action or suspense in my books. Sometimes books that just make me think deeply about an issue or raise questions that I myself have often wondered about spark my interest. Truth, lies your government tells you, forgiveness, history, forgetting the past, holding onto the past versus moving into the future. These are all things that I think about and ask myself. Fake news! Fake new! This book brought up so many questions about the importance of truth. Can a country move forward and can it heal if it continues to cover up the truth? Can a country sustain itself if some of its citizens still feel wronged? What happens when no one knows the truth of what happened? How important is truth? How important is justice? There are several standout chapters. I particularly loved Chapter 4. Vasantha takes a group of Chinese businesspeople to Mullaitivu, the location of the last battle of the civil war. He compares what the Chinese went through during the Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution and what Sri Lanka went through during the civil war. He wonders how the Chinese can just forget about the past and move forward and questions whether Sri Lanka can do that or even if they should. I have often wondered also how the Chinese can just completely forget about those crazy years when everyone went completely mad during the Cultural Revolution. In chapter 6, Vasantha is driving a married couple from Colombo to Jaffna. They stop overnight at a hotel in Kilinochchi. Vasantha is talking to the woman who runs the hotel. Through her actions, demeanor and appearances, he can tell that she probably was a Tamil Tiger. He wonders how that works—going from a terrorist to a hotel manager. I believe it is not good for guests. Narrated by the ruminative van driver Vasantha in a linked sequence of vignettes, Noontide Toll is a meditation on life in Sri Lanka as it comes to terms with the trauma of its recent past: the tsunami, and the end of the brutal civil war. Every time I drive across the causeway to Jaffna, I feel I am entering another country. The lagoon is as big as a sea. The sky touches it at the edge, on the left, and on the right, and the wind makes the ripples look like waves. They crack a couple of jokes about the state of my van and laugh their heads off. I tell them it is a Japanese van. Nobody thought the Japanese could make even a cup of tea any more, but now Toyota is the biggest car company in the world. Sri Lanka is open for business, it seems. Investors flock to transform the landscape with luxury hotels while the government builds new roads to service the tourists, and the Chinese haggle over the logistics of scrap metal removal. Dec 26, Elizabeth rated it really liked it. These are short stories with the same protagonist, the van driver, Vasantha. I didn't know much about Sri Lanka, other than that I'd heard of the Tamil Tigers and of course knew about the tsunami. One of the tourists, who wants to see the turtles, says to the nightwatchman: Quote: "Isn't it good luck to see a turtle? For him, on his beach, it seemed there was only pounding of the sea. A deep, dark, unrelenting sea. Just look at all this. Like you say, I am lucky to be here. I will not include the rest of the conversation since it would be a spoiler, but it left me catatonic. It's in the chapter called " Turtle. The war is finally over, but the traumas of the past are still haunting. Jul 18, Emma rated it liked it. Had to read this for Georgetown, and I'll have the chance to meet the author and ask questions during orientation. Maybe I'll have an update then! This is an interesting readdefinitely something I wouldn't have picked out or even know about by myself. Vasantha drives mostly foreigners around his home country, Sri Lanka, which has been ravaged by a long civil war and disastrous tsunami. Through his interactions with tourists, businesspeople, and various others whom he drives, he ponders the Had to read this for Georgetown, and I'll have the chance to meet the author and ask questions during orientation. This is an interesting read—definitely something I wouldn't have picked out or even know about by myself. Through his interactions with tourists, businesspeople, and various others whom he drives, he ponders the relationship between the past and the future: Can his country move ahead despite all it has suffered? He considers his own life, too, though his regrets relationship with father, unrequited love, didn't go to college are not particularly well developed. Little comes of his musings, as the novel ends with him feeling overwhelmed but holding onto his sense of duty—to his country, perhaps? Not quite sure what I'd ask Gunesekera; I'm mostly frustrated by books that don't come to a definitive conclusion, even if that's the point. I liked the fact that it can be read as a novel and a series of short stories. I do however have a tiny problem with Vasantha, the narrator of the story. There are certain elements about him which don't ring true but this is probably me nitpicking. Here's one: When we first heard the war was over, we believed a line could be drawn between the mistakes of the past and the promise I liked the fact that it can be read as a novel and a series of short stories. Aug 26, KJ rated it liked it. This was required reading for Georgetown - apparently, it was due August 1. I finished the book today. Ah, such is life. I have never felt so lukewarm about a book. Whenever I read, I tend to know how I feel about the text - I'm a love-it-or-hate-it kind of gal. I'm either reading to bathe myself in every word, every metaphor, or I'm finishing the book like it's the coldest shower I've ever taken. I love. I hate. I'm hot. I'm cold. This book was - for the first time - lukewarm. It's important. It taught me so much about Sri Lanka. But did it add to my own human experience? It made me want to read more accounts of the Sri Lankan Civil War, but overall, the writing did not tickle me. Oct 08, Son Ha rated it liked it. I read a short excerpt on the New Yorker, "Roadkill", and had to buy the physical book when it came out. The collection of short stories were written from the vantage point of Vasantha the van driver. Something that I can reflect for the broader world as a whole. There I read a short excerpt on the New Yorker, "Roadkill", and had to buy the physical book when it came out. There are about short stories I want to re-read. I recommend this book. Jun 26, Indiabookstore rated it really liked it. Noontide Toll is a book with an ambition to capture the present uncertainty of a post-war Sri Lanka before development and the bright promises of future, with memories obscured by rose-tinted glasses. The book can be interpreted as both a series of connected short stories and a larger novel with a single protagonist and his experiences around the island. I enjoyed this. Some very nice turns of phrase and some interesting insights, to which I think I'll return on a re-reading. I read this ahead of a trip to Sri Lanka and was hoping for some deeper insight into the nature of the country than perhaps the book could deliver, but I have a feeling it'll be a nice launching point for the deeper reading I plan to attempt now I've completed it. Worth a read, and most of the short stories held my attention well. I'm yet to read the most talked about book by Romesh Gunesekera, ie Reef. But after reading Noon Tide Toll I'm sure why he's talked about so much. Reading about Sri Lanka post is quite an eye opener indeed. As a van driver chronicles his journeys with a pot pourri of clients, the experience only gets richer. The book didn't impress me. The narrator's voice and language does not sound like that of a van driver. While the landscape is described beautifully, the book I thought was superficial when talking about the civil war past. Except for the chapter - Roadkill, I did not find other chapters interesting. The adage that we should make peace not war comes alive in the contemplative voice of Vasantha as he drives us up and down the Srilankan coast, where uncertainty leads to all sorts of paradoxes, like beauty and the beast or peace and fear -found in the same person, in the same place. Feb 19, Judy rated it really liked it. Though born in Sri Lanka, he grew up in the Philippines, the son of an international development officer, and has long been resident in England. In the second six stories, before a moody epilogue, Vasantha whisks honeymooners to half-finished resorts. It showed who was in charge and who controlled the destiny of ordinary people. Not a word is wasted or a detail extraneous in the clenched, explosive vignettes Mr. Almost every sentence carries a hidden charge. Gunesekera has always been a mournful writer. The authorknows that Sri Lanka was no paradise before the war. Vasantha is such an engaging and reliable presence, droll and watchful and wise in equal measure, that I sometimes wished Mr. Gunesekera was giving us a full-fledged novel instead of a collection of sharp-edged pieces. But the gathering of fragments here mirrors the jigsaw puzzle of a broken nation, and the very claim of an overarching vision or narrative development might, in such a world, be the greatest offense of all.

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