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In six volumes of ‘(open)-hearted appetizers’ Mala Kishoendajal discloses the ups and downs
she met with after her suddenly discovered heart disease. She describes the skimming along death, the
open-heart surgery and the returning to ‘normal’life. The story is not told in chronological
‘then this happened, then that’ order.
In part 1, All Souls’Day, on the 2nd of November, exactly three months
after the operation, she gives a bird’s-eye view of the awkward year. But her reminiscenses take a
huger leap, as the present unmistakebly happens to be wrapped in a cellophane of the past.
In part 2, Awakening in the Sittee of Pee and Just is she will share her first
day out after the operation, which ended up being a terrible experience in the centre for art movies, Het
Filmhuis, where a clumsily organized first edition of an Indian film festival –involving Indians the
colonial way (only as a non-interfering necessity in order to get subsidies)- was opened.
In part 3, My heart surgery and my mother's magnificent last days she shares
her mental picture of the heart surgery, which –as most of the challenges she faced- wasn’t
exactly ‘first time right’. She also tells about her mother’s beautiful last days, and how
the latter still managed to comfort her daughter after her death.
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In part 4, An elderly for three never ending weeks, she tells about her
involuntary stay, as no other option was left, in a home for the elderly.
In part 5, Police, Lawyer's, Justice call, Kishoendajal digested them all
and part 6, (F)lying Dutchmen in the City of Pee and Just is
she discloses relevant parts of the legal controversy with not only the lawyer of her ex-partner, the
break-up being inevitable just after the illness was discovered, but also with the first lawyer she hired,
and who was supposed to defend her.
In between she discloses her -planned- ways of getting back to her feet, both physically and mentally.
Despite the anguish, rage and disappointment that came as a result, she opts for the 'tongue-in-cheek’
to tell her story, which is also the ‘trademark’ in her both Dutch novels, Dame Blanche and Het
Boegbeeld (The Figurehead).
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Mala Kishoendajal
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