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May 26, 2004

MARKANDAYA REMEMBERED

Outlook India runs Francis C. Assisi's detailed remembrance of Kamala Markandaya, who died recently at her home in London.

Fame and success came with her first published novel, Nectar In A Sieve (1954), a Book-of-the-Month Club Main Selection and bestseller in the United States. In 1955, the American Library Association named it a Notable Book. That novel was followed by nine others: Some Inner Fury (1955), A Silence of Desire (1960), Possession (1963), A Handful of Rice (1966), The Coffer Dams (1969), The Nowhere Man (1972), Two Virgins (1973), The Golden Honeycomb (1977), and Pleasure City (titled Shalimar in the American edition, 1982). In the US her early novels were published by John Day and Co, the same outfit that published the works of Jawaharlal Nehru.

Charles R. Larson, Chair, Dept. of Literature, American University, Washington, D.C., who was upset that no Indian or American newspaper had published Markandaya's obit even though she died last Sunday, has noted that her two most popular novels, Nectar In A Sieve and A Handful Of Rice, were »taught in hundreds of American courses, both in the public schools and the universities.

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