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'I used to be human once. So I'm told. I don't remember it myself, but people who knew me when I was small say I walked on two feet just like a human being...' Ever since he can remember, Animal has gone on all fours, the catastrophic result of what happened on That Night when, thanks to an American chemical company, the Apocalypse visited his slum. Now not quite twenty, he leads a hand-to-mouth existence with his dog Jara and a crazy old nun called Ma Franci, and spends his nights fantasising about Nisha, the daughter of a local musician, and wondering what it must be like to get laid. When a young American doctor, Elli Barber, comes to town to open a free clinic for the still suffering townsfolk - only to find herself struggling to convince them that she isn't there to do the dirty work of the 'Kampani' - Animal plunges into a web of intrigues, scams and plots with the unabashed aim of turning events to his own advantage. Compellingly honest, entertaining and entirely without self-pity, Animal's account lights our way into his dark world with flashes of pure joy - from the very first page all the way to the story's explosive ending.A NIMAL'S PEOPLE is a stunningly humane work of storytelling that takes us right to the heart of contemporary India.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #77707 in Books
• Published on: 2007-03-05
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 384 pages

From the Inside Flap
'I used to be human once. So I'm told. I don't remember it myself, but people who knew me when I was small say I walked on two feet just like a human being'.....But now Jaanvar - Animal - walks on all fours, the catastrophic result of what happened on That Night when, thanks to an American chemical company, the Apocalypse visited his slums. He lives a hand-to-mouth existence, with a crazy old nun called Ma Franci; Nisha, the daughter of a local musician; and his dog Jara. Each of them had their lives irreversibly changed on That Night.
When a young American doctor called Elli Barber comes to town, she intends to set up a clinic to treat the lingering consequences of that dreadful event. But how can she persuade these people who have been so harmed by foreigners that she isn't there to do the same? How can she heal the wounds that lie underneath the skin? How can she win over Animal and his people?

About the Author
Indra Sinha was born in India and spent his childhood in Bombay and the hills of the Western Ghats. His work of non-fiction, THE CYBERGYPSIES, met with widespread critical acclaim. He lives in Sussex.

Excerpted from Animal's People by Indra Sinha. Copyright © 2007. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
TAPE ONE

I used to be human once. So I'm told. I don't remember it myself, but people who knew me when I was small say I walked on two feet just like a human being.



`So sweet you were, a naughty little angel. You'd stand up on tiptoe, Animal my son, and hunt in the cupboard for food.' This is the sort of thing they say. Only mostly there wasn't any food plus really it isn't people just Ma Franci who says this, she doesn't even say it that way, what she says is tu étais si charmant, comme un petit ange méchant, which is how they talk in her country, plus I'm not really her son nor any kind of angel but it's true Ma's known me all my life, which is nearly twenty years. Most people round here don't know their age, I do, because I was born a few days before that night, which no one in Khaufpur wants to remember, but nobody can forget.



`Such a beautiful little boy you were, when you were three, four, years. Huge eyes you had, black like the Upper Lake at midnight plus a whopping head of curls. How you used to grin. Tu étais un vrai bourreau des coeurs, your smile would break a mother's heart,' thus she'd talk.



I used to walk upright, that's what Ma Franci says, why would she lie? It's not like the news is a comfort to me. Is it kind to remind a blind man that he could once see? The priests who whisper magic in the ears of corpses, they're not saying, `Cheer up, you used to be alive.' No one leans down and tenderly reassures the turd lying in the dust, `You still resemble the kebab you once were . . .'



How many times did I tell Ma Franci, `I no longer want to be human,' never did it sink in to that fucked up brain of hers, or maybe she just didn't believe me, which you can understand, seeing it used to be when I caught sight of myself - mirrors I avoid but there's such a thing as casting a shadow - I'd feel raw disgust. In my mad times when the voices were shouting inside my head I'd be filled with rage against all things that go or even stand on two legs. The list of my jealousies was endless, Ma Franci, the other nuns at the orphanage, Chukku the night watchman, women carrying pots on their heads, waiters balancing four plates per arm. I hated watching my friends play hopscotch. I detested the sight of dancers, performing bears brought by those Agra buggers, stiltwalkers, the one-leg-and-crutch of Abdul Saliq the Pir Gate beggar. I envied herons, goalposts, ladders leaning on walls. I eyed Farouq's bicycle and wondering if it too deserved a place in my list of hates.



How can you understand this?



The world of humans is meant to be viewed from eye level. Your eyes. Lift my head I'm staring into someone's crotch. Whole nother world it's, below the waist. Believe me, I know which one hasn't washed his balls, I can smell pissy gussets and shitty backsides whose faint stenches don't carry to your nose, farts smell extra bad. In my mad times I'd shout at people in the street, `Listen, however fucking miserable you are, and no one's as happy as they've a right to be, at least you stand on two feet!'



Don't worry. Everything will get explained in due course. I'm not clever like you. I can't make fancy rissoles of each word. Blue kingfishers won't suddenly fly out of my mouth. If you want my story, you'll have to put up with how I tell it.

Customer Reviews

Different
Possibly the best novel I have read this year. Animal is an amazing character and I would find it hard to believe he is not actually real and still making the best of life in Bhopal. Thanks and congratulations to Indra Sinha for a story which is DIFFERENT and uplifting. A story which both entertains and broadens the mind.

A Fantastic Read
Don't buy this book expecting an easy read or if you are easily offended by bad language. That said, this was one of the best books I have read in recent years. I would highly recommend.

I enjoyed this
Reading the book description on the cover, I wasn't sure what to expect. I was secretly delighted with this book. It was sad and funny and tragic and hopeful all wrapped up in one. The book's narrator Aminal was a revelation and his honesty and emotion made for a compelling read. The language is quite strong - maybe a little excessive, but still it's a great read.