The Killing Fields


This is the "before" garden. You don't want to see the "after."

This is the “before” garden. You don’t want to see the “after.”

It’s that time of year, where I’m dying for the kids to go back to school. And the feeling is mutual. In the past week, my 5 year-old has asked me HOW MANY DAYS UNTIL KINDERGARTEN STARTS? about 12th-teen times. All three kids miss their friends. They’ve been out for almost 7 weeks. We’re all sick of the pool.

Also, I’ve killed off virtually my entire vegetable garden. My streak of not being able to keep anything alive (except for my children) continues.

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Work has been really busy, but really good. I’m working on a few cool articles. In my heart I’ll always be a novelist, but I’ve gotten a surprising amount of pleasure from nonfiction writing that is more journalistic in nature. So much so, I’m seriously considering doing a semester of nonfiction at Queens beginning in January.

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The novel outline for Finding Om is done. This time, though, I think it’s going to work. In my first outline, I took on way too many story lines for one novel. It was like three novels. This time, I believe I’ve gotten it right.

I’m taking a break with the novel until the end of July. I need a little distance from the research and the stories I’ve been unearthing about Partition. Though only a small part of my novel is set during Partition, I’ve needed to do quite a bit of research just to write the six or so chapters I have.

I debated posting a link to this video, which affected me so much I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I watched it. Not because it’s very difficult to hear this old man’s recollection about the atrocity he witnessed, but because I worry he, his family, or his religion will be judged.

So please don’t judge him. Don’t judge his family or religion– Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs– everyone committed these types of killings. A million people died during Partition in almost incomprehensibly violent ways. We need to know what happened. We need not forget. We shouldn’t judge his story, but protect it from ever being forgotten.

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I’m turning off comments on this blog from here on out. It’s generated way too many spam comments, and I can’t find a way to stop them. Feel free to reach me through FB or email, if you need to.


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