Quirkily absurd and surreal miniatures from author Gaurav Monga that blur reality and the imagination. These are stories told with a minimalist palette and a highly original aesthetic. Contains Names, The Family Nose, Little Box, Stomach, Missing Gautam, The Trees, Yes/No, Running Away from Ranjan and Clown.
Gaurav Monga is an author originally from New Delhi, India. He taught himself German to read the works of Franz Kafka. His debut book Tears for Rahul Dutta was published by Philistine Press in 2012. He is also the author of Ruins (Desirepaths Publisher, 2019), Family Matters (Eibonvale Press, 2019), Costumes of the Living (Snuggly Books, 2020) and My Father, the Watchmaker (Hawakal Publishers, 2020)
Much of his writing has appeared in various literary magazines such as: B O D Y, Fanzine, Tammy Journal, Birkensnake, Queen Mob's Teahouse, Juked, Dismantle Magazine, Spurl Editions, The Fabulist, Ethos Literary Journal amongst others
This is the shortest book I have ever read. The novel contains only 34 pages and 8 short stories. Written in a very Murakami-ish way, each short story presents the internal workings of the author's mind.
I have no personal favorites in the book but I did get totally transported to the locations where the characters interacted with each other owing purely to the author's grip on his prose.
Very fresh and thoughtful, each story gives a different perspective.
“Running away from Ranjan is not easy given that Ranjan is whom you are running away from.”
A series of short deadpan disarming Magic Realism stories, with airy spaces between them, spaces for you to nose-breathe, spaces to cut out while believing they were once people, and the Gestalt of these stories or snippets is a picture of this extended family, one with noses to speak of, dead end arguments, a wife called a little box, fathers that maintain control, but names could be changed, English teachers fancied, but not sure if the man who was called Lone Ranger was also the clown. As to me, I am Gautam Uncle and I hide behind trees and tell lies. It is more of a word collage than a book or picture. A little box of treats. A chapbox.