A book that personally stalked me across the world in order to be my eureka moment in order to be my groundbreaking dissertation idea - thank you Garry O'Connor (this is not to say that I'm a huge fan of O'Connor's writing but I am a fan of this subject, this production, this director!)
A book I found in a KL bookstore called Junk Book Store because of the piles upon piles of dust-shrouded, crumbling old volumes which only appear to be somewhat organised (somewhat) to a very trained eye. The ceilings threaten to cave in at any moment, the floors are patched together with cardboard. You really have to sift.
A book I found in KL 5 months after an old Théâtre en Europe magazine from the 1980s caught my eye in a travel bookstore in Paris - it was about the same production.
Reading this book was hugely taxing! It's double the length of Miss Macintosh and nearly three times longer than Les Mis, checking in at 1.8 million words. Equal parts religious text and dramatic retelling of an ancient Indian war, this book leaves no avenue unexplored, splashing over 100,000 couplets on a plethora of subplots, together forming a fairly comprehensive history of all of ancient Indian Hinduism. Even when characters die, we follow them through into their next lives. If you find such a text daunting, I don’t blame you! This poem is the very definition of epic.
I watched the film, which is a 5-hour version of the tale, cut from the original 9-hour stage play. If “cultural appropriation” makes you clutch your pearls and post angry tweets, I would advise you to avoid the video.