There is a fable-like quality to Sreedhevi Iyer’s Jungle Without Water and other stories. Her deft character portrayals were, for me, reminiscent of RK Narayan’s story telling. Moving from Brisbane to Kulua Lumpur to Penang and Madras these ten stories take the reader into the minds and hearts of ordinary people living out their lives and dreams in the midst of cultural constraints and clashes. These are timeless stories that also touch a contemporary nerve.
Of all the stories in this collection The Lovely Village has the most folktale feel. The simple telling of a village fenced off from the world is full of charmed, virtuous lives but – and here lies Sreedhevi’s mastery – a reader cannot but help see this in the context of current closed border policies and an unprecedented refugee crisis.
In IC, the reader can settle back into the seat of a taxi stuck in KL traffic and be privy to the musings of its Tamil driver, and his attempts to strike up conversations with his passengers. Perfectly placed in the middle of the collection this story was the spoke of the wheel for me. “Where you from?” is a question he’ll often ask his passengers to help pass the time and if they are not forthcoming he’ll make a guess - Malay, Chinese, Tamil, some Portugese blood perhaps, Chindian, Peranakan? His exuberant commentary and persistence is thoroughly entertaining, as are all of Iyer’s stories. But they are layered too, and this is what makes Jungle Without Water truly a book of our times.
Whether through the voice of a child clutching a handful of M&Ms, a masala wallah with two wives, or a coconut(!), Sreedhevi assumes their voices with absolute confidence – cheeky, witty, authentic and insightful. It is no surprize to learn the author is an Indian-Malaysian- Australian. Her ability to capture the nuances of an English speaking Tamil or Malay that is both readable and understandable, but most of all utterly enjoyable, was one of the many highlights for me in this collection of gems. More please!