{"id":612,"date":"2010-04-06T14:04:30","date_gmt":"2010-04-06T12:04:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shobasakthi.com\/shobasakthi\/?p=612"},"modified":"2010-05-31T18:36:45","modified_gmt":"2010-05-31T16:36:45","slug":"traitor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.shobasakthi.com\/shobasakthi\/2010\/04\/06\/traitor\/","title":{"rendered":"TRAITOR"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"TRAITOR -By Shobasakthi\" src=\"http:\/\/www.shobasakthi.com\/images\/Traitor_Front.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"313\" height=\"479\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>By <a title=\"Traitor By Shobasakthi\" href=\"http:\/\/www.penguinbooksindia.com\/Authors\/_Shobasakthi.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">Shobasakthi<\/a> Translated By <a title=\"Anushiya Ramaswamy\" href=\"http:\/\/www.penguinbooksindia.com\/Authors\/_Anushiya_Ramaswamy.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">Anushiya Ramaswamy<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">&#8216;As I live my days locked up in a wretched prison in this frozen country, I start to write the story of my beloved child, Nirami. The story begins with the birth of God.\u2019<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">N<\/span><\/strong>irami, Nesakumaran\u2019s fourteen-year-old daughter, is awaiting her abortion in the hospital room of an unnamed European city; she refuses to name her rapist.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">Nesakumaran\u2019s narrative begins in 1980s  Sri Lanka when, radicalized by the dream of Tamil Eelam, he abandons his seminary studies. A bungling terrorist, botching up one task after another, Nesakumaran is in no way a genuine threat. But once he has entered the system as a suspect he can never find a way out of the maze of interrogation chambers, army camps and regional prisons. What follows is a surreal account of torture, which culminates in the extremely brutal massacre of Tamil prisoners by the Sinhalese inmates in the Welikade prison in 1983, and also, the revelation of Nirami\u2019s rapist.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">A stark rhetoric of torture, pain and  black humour, <em>Traitor<\/em>, through its pathologically damaged  protagonist, gives voice to the testimonies of millions of refugees of <\/span><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\">a war-ravaged  land.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><strong>Book Reviews <\/strong><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Verdana;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">&#8216;an  authentic voice&#8217; &#8211; Outlook<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Verdana;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"> &#8216;playful and sardonic&#8230;unusually inventive&#8217; &#8211; Time out<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Verdana;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">Published  by: Penguin Books India<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Verdana;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">Published:  15- Apr- 2010<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Verdana;\"><span style=\"color: windowtext; font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.penguinbooksindia.com\/category\/Fiction\/Traitor_9780670083398.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/www.penguinbooksindia.com\/category\/Fiction\/Traitor_9780670083398.aspx<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Shobasakthi Translated By Anushiya Ramaswamy &#8216;As I live my days locked up in a wretched prison in this frozen country, I start to write the story of my beloved child, Nirami. 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