
Kari
Amruta Patil
HarperCollins India, Rs 295
On her blog, Amruta Patil describes her graphic novel Kari as 8220;messy food eaten with the fingers, there is drip and there is lick. Not everyone likes.8221; Well, I like.
Kari of the furrowed brow is a struggling copywriter who shares a place with two girls and their respective pile-on boyfriends. She8217;s lesbian. She8217;s destructively in love with a certain Ruth, who has abandoned her. She8217;s kind to cats and bad with babies. She8217;s emotionally lost and then found.
Kari is visually eclectic and allusive, including city maps and floor plans, photographic collages and misty watercolours, and sudden splotches of colour in a largely black and white palette. For all that, though, it8217;s the power of Patil8217;s writing that makes the novel remarkable. She can be lyrical in the Ruth interludes, watching the light play in her tea8217;s golden brew. She8217;s silly and irrepressible when she riffs on a colleague8217;s name Susan Lush 8212; lush with possibilities, Kari8217;s 8220;heart is an expanse of green grass at the thought of the name8221;.
It8217;s hard not to warm to Kari. The character bears a marked physical resemblance to her creator, though Patil has waved away any crude autobiographical correspondences. Either way, she8217;s a character who8217;s too good to be false 8212; with her sideways humour, her boyish braggadocio and vulnerability, and the dead-intense way she comes to things. She gives companionship to a dying woman, she observes the brutal poverty of Mumbai and her own arty voyeurism, the advertising industry fishbowl and the power-relations of her roommates8217; social world 8212; and yet, she says Ruth left her because she had no politics. 8220;Means, I have no Burning Issue. Blurring genderlines? Bigotry? Cultural genocide? Dying planet? I can8217;t pick. My favourite form of movement is 8216;float8217;. I stand for nothing. I espouse nothing but Ruth.8221; She also has many trite thoughts about the Mumbai monsoon and princesses trapped in snow globes, about crowded trains, about love and loss and appropriate endings.
There8217;s something unwittingly mock-heroic about Kari, in the way that all intense young people seem a bit absurd. But if you8217;ve never been one of those, the marvel of this book is how you really get to inhabit her angsty head for a while.