![]() ![]() ![]() Almeida provides a who’s-who – with some cynicism – of the LTTE, JVP, UNP, STF, IPKF, UN, RAW, and CIA, adding, ‘It’s not that complicated, my friend. His cache of photos is sought by government officials, Tamil Tigers, JVP communists, Indian peacekeepers and various black marketeers. There are many suspects around his death – Sinhalese army officers, Tamil Tiger generals, arms dealers, spies. ![]() You see limbs you once owned packed into boxes.’ He has a week to locate some hidden boxes of his photos that will expose the internecine horrors that engulfed Sri Lanka in the 1980s, and to find out who killed him, before his access to the next life – The Light – is permanently closed off. ![]() He’s been murdered and is at the bottom of the Beira Lake in Colombo, but can’t remember who did it: ‘You see a head that once belonged to you placed in a siri-siri bag and hurled into the lake. The pacy action and rapid-fire dialogue – which does not let up, even momentarily, and is conveyed throughout in the second person – take place over seven moons (a week), and is set both in the In Between and Down There, as our highly unreliable narrator dives between worlds. This is the Booker Prize-winning story of a queer Sri Lankan photojournalist who is also a gambler, an atheist and a ‘slut’ (his word). ![]()
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