2 edition of Freedom at midnight found in the catalog.
Bibliography: p. 475-482.Includes index.
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|Pagination||xvi, 140 p. :|
|Number of Pages||88|
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It is a history book, encapsulating the one year in which India was made, unmade, and then remade. They will unlikely be as informative or as interesting to read.
The struggle for independence in India and Pakistan against the British Empire. India and Pakistan were both hard at work This is a highly readable look at one pivotal year in the history of India: 1947, the year that marked the end of British rule and the partition of the subcontinent into two new nations, India and Pakistan. But this one is different. Those interested in more recent and expansive views of the events leading up to and following 1947 should Freedom at midnight by.
Flee before those savages do this to you.
Collins and Lapierre have made human history breathtaking and heartbreaking. It is all here: maharajas and tigers, filth and squalor, extravagance and macabre sex, massacres, smells, starvation, cruelty and heroism.
This issue angers Das and soon an argument between the couple leads to a revelation that can alter their marriage forever. Never was that attitude of racial superiority summed up more succinctly than it was by a former officer of the Indian Civil Service in a parliamentary debate at the turn of the century.
What were those uncomfortable questions? There is also a very horrifying and realistic account of the tragedy of partition and its bloody aftermath. After Freedom at midnight bureaucrats and military generals, and all those people are supposed to come from a royal background such as Mountbatten's and Churchill's.
Qui sont vos interlocuteurs, qu'attendent-ils de vous? Attlee whose reform would go on to prove to be fruitful for England, is shown as just another weak and meek bureaucrat. Background [ ] The authors interviewed many who were there during the events, including a focus on. She starts on a very simple note and shocks her husband by saying that she dreams of having sex with a stranger on a hilltop.
After all, he was a dirty Bengali, not a part of the "Aryan" race.
Another fascinating aspect of this book is its characterization of Mahatma Gandhi, so real yet surreal at times.
[ Lastly, I am sorry if I ended up writing a eulogy instead of an honest critical review, but such is the place of this book in my life, that it is almost impossible for me to view it in a critical way.
Never have I come across a book about the history of India, that is so unapologetically colonial in it's nature.