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14 responses to “Books: Daniyal Mueenuddin’s ‘In Other Rooms, Other Wonders’”

1. Talha says:

   March 30, 2010 at 3:56 am

   Daniyal Moeenuddin is clearly the top young writer in Pakistan as his recent award proved.

2. Arifa says:

   March 16, 2010 at 8:44 am

   Congratulations to Daniyal Moeenuddin for the awards he has been winning. I first heard of his writings here at ATP and have become a big fan since reading his book.

3. wasiq says:

   February 18, 2009 at 2:39 pm

   I revised my earlier reading of Mueenuddin’s jewel like stories and decided to tell all on http://www.chowk.com. To read my review check:

   http://chowk.com/articles/book-review-daniyal-muee nuddin-quotin-other-rooms-other-wondersquot-wasiq- bokhari.htm

4. bonobashi says:

   February 12, 2009 at 12:05 am

   As our North Asian friends no doubt never say, Dratski! Just when I’d finished reading ‘Exploding Mangoes’. Back to the bookstores….

   Dalrymple’s comment was interesting: Indian writing in English has tended to be a little boring of late. No doubt it sells well in the West to burrow deep into our slums, but neither Adiga nor the new kid on the block is worth shelling out money. Adiga on Delhi, writing on Indian slums and the underworld from an Australian safe haven, is doubly incongruous, rather strongly built from within. It’d be nice to read something close to the author, something within personal viewing distance of the author.

   Incidentally, Hanif has helped me get in touch with parts of the extended family that had vanished from my ken nearly 20 years ago. Just the day I finished, my nephew borrowed it. It lasted with him all of three days, then his mother, my cousin, appropriated it. Yesterday, I was sent warm thanks on SMS from a long-forgotten uncle, who had got it from his brother-in-law, who borrowed it from my cousin – you get the general picture.

   Perhaps mimeographing it might have been an intelligent answer.

   Dare I buy Mueenuddin? Of course. Hanif is easy for our lazy, sweet-cosseted tongues to pronounce; besides, his name reversed is a hallowed name in cricket, isn’t it? The original little master. I am likely to be safer with Mueenuddin.

   Here goes then…