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"Based on a true story--Nine-year-old Jai watches too many reality police shows, thinks he's smarter than his friend Pari (even though she gets the best grades), and considers himself to be a better boss than Faiz (even though Faiz is the one with a job). When a classmate goes missing, Jai decides to use the crime-solving skills he has picked up from TV to find him. He asks Pari and Faiz to be his assistants and together they draw up lists of people to interview and places to visit. But what begins as a game turns sinister as other children start disappearing from their neighborhood. Jai, Pari, and Faiz have to confront terrified parents, an indifferent police force, and their fears of soul-snatching djinns. As the disappearances edge ever closer to home, the lives of Jai and his friends will never be the same again. At times exuberant, at times heartbreaking, Djinn Patrol on the Purple Line traces the unfolding of a tragedy while capturing the fierce warmth and resilience of a community forged in times of trouble"--… (more)
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The book is entirely told from the pov of Jai, and although he lives in dire poverty, he is an innocent who is still somehow able to maintain a sense of hope and joy, and the ability to take pleasure in the little things in life. The book very much reminded me of Behind the Beautiful Forevers, which I read earlier this year. Although it is fictional, it is apparently based on a series of true events.
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3 stars
A schoolmate of Jai's strangely disappears and the corrupt police will do nothing. Soon another young boy disappears. Jai decides with the help of his friends to become a detective like the ones he sees on TV. They take many risks in their attempts to find out how has taken these children including stealing money from his mother so he can take the purple line train to another location.
After more young people disappear, the basti soon turns on the Muslims even after two young Muslim children disappear. Jai is looking at the world through the eyes of a child, but sees so much he does not comprehend. It's only when his sister disappears, that he begins to understand the seriousness of what is happening.
This book is definitely well-written and allows the reader a view into life in the slums. Jai is fortunate to have loving parents even though their expression of love is often different than what we as white Americans would condone.
It took me a while to get into this as there are so many Indian terms and words. Furthermore, about half of the book has somewhat of a tone of a "Hardy Boys" adventure book as the children have adventures in their city. Almost all of the book is written from the perspective of Jai. However, there are short chapters which place the children who are taken in the location of their disappearance - this was very effective without ever being outright brutal - implication is far stronger.
The ending of this book is worth the entire read. Hard to imagine that such things are actually occurring in the world, but as the afterword states, the situation of this story is not unrealistic. This book got a lot of praise and I can see why.
Deepa Anappara’s novel is a brilliant mixture of an oftentimes very funny plot and an absolutely serious topic. Daily, children go missing on Delhi’s streets without anybody taking notice of it. The life of a child, especially if she or he belongs to a minority, is worth next to nothing, not even the effort to take a note on it. Diverse cultures and religious racism play an important role in this, too. Boys and girls are treated differently and offered different chances in life. Born into the wrong family, you can only count on superstition for a better life since the boundaries are clearly set.
At the beginning of the novel, I totally adored Jai and his friends. They are vividly and wonderfully portrayed. Determined to find out what happened to their friend and equipped with their knowledge from true crime TV series, they start their investigation ignoring all warnings against the dangers that lurk around the bazaar. They take their job very serious and at the same time, just as kids do, ignore the facts that they live in the same slum but come from very different backgrounds.
With the number of children who disappear rising, the novel becomes increasingly serious and loses the light-heartedness of the beginning. The way a slum works becomes gradually more visible and thus, the novel grants insight in a world which is totally unknown to me.
The whole novel is sparkling with life, the characters are quite unique and lovable and it is totally understandable why the novel has been nominated on the longlist for the Women’s Prize for Fiction 2020.
Djinn: "An intelligent spirit of lower rank than the angels, able to appear in human and
Jai is nine years old and lives with his parents and older sister in a tin roofed home in the slums and shadow of wealthy high rises in a large Indian city. When a child from his school goes missing and the police are completely indifferent and uninterested, Jai decides to look for him with the help of his two friends.
Initially, I found the narrative to be somewhat light hearted. Jai uses his detective skills learned from his favorite television show. The banter between the friends is clever. Jai seems to be always in trouble with his family, teacher and neighbors. But things start to take on another note and a darker tone when another child goes missing. And the same indifference is employed from those 'above' the residents of this shanty town.
Jai's voice was wonderful - quick, sharp-witted, knowing, but still innocent, despite living a life we Westerners would view as deprived. He is greatly loved by his family and friends, is kind and caring with a roguish streak. I liked him very much.
The setting is so well described - I could feel the heat, smell the spices and hear the aunties complaining. The setting is just as much a character in the book. It dictates the direction the plot takes. And it goes places I didn't want it to. On reading the author's notes, I learned that Djinn Patrol on the Purple Line was based on actual events in India. Anappara was a journalist in India for many years, reporting on children's issues. That knowledge and experience brings the book alive.
I laughed and yes, I cried. But I truly enjoyed this book. (And learned quite a bit)
A statistic from Anappara's research: 180 children go missing each day in India. Only 1 in 3 will ever be found.
With other borrowers waiting, I hoped this would be a quick read -
The plot, centred around a young boy and his friends living in a 'basti' or slum in India who decide to investigate the disappearance of local children, unfolds slowly, describing the different levels of poverty in the region. The police ignore the concerned parents, threatening to bulldoze their shacks if they make a fuss, so Jai becomes a detective based on knowledge gained from police programmes on TV. His family are poor but loving, whereas the first boy to go missing has an abusive father and the second is forced to support his father's business ironing clothes. A teenage girl goes missing and reputation is torn to shreds by rumours. A gang of Hindu men blame the Muslims and the elder brother of Jai's friend Faiz is arrested, stirring religious tension in the community. I really got a sense of the characters as people and not caricatures, and Jai's narration probably did help with that, but he still bugged me! His childish list of suspects and interpretation of events also came close to the truth while at the same time somehow diminishing the impact of what was happening, until the final few chapters.
A powerful story with a puny narrator - sorry, Jai!
Jai is a nine year old who is obsessed with police shows on TV. So when a boy from his class does not return home and the police don't do anything except to threaten to bulldoze the entire slum Jai decides to become a detective. He enlists his two best friends, Pari (the smartest person in his class) and Faiz (one of the few Muslims in his class). Jai even gets one of the slum dogs to act as a tracker. Then another child goes missing and soon after a 16 year old girl doesn't come home from the bazaar where she works. Hindu extremists decide the Muslims are kidnapping these children and start attacking Muslims in the neighbourhood. The police finally arrest some people all Muslim including Faiz's older brother. When two Muslim siblings disappear it should have resulted in the Muslims release but does not.
The author was a journalist in India and often spent time in slums like this one. She says she "interviewed children who worked as scavengers or begged at traffic junctions, who struggled to study at home because of their difficult domestic circumstances, and who had to drop out of school after being displaced by religious violence. But most of them didn't present themselves to me as victims; they were cheeky and funny and often impatient in the face of my questions." The disappearance of children is widespread in India. "As many as 180 children are said to go missing in India every day." That's the factual underpinning of this book but the first person narrative of Jai makes the story come alive. We in North America have no idea how lucky we are.
My Review: One of my take-aways from living through the twenty-first century as an immigrant to its reality is that there are a *shocking* number of souls that just...vanish...with no explanation, no investigation, and no closure for their families or
That being an unanswerable question without delving into immense mountains of sociopolitical research and studies, I'll go to the next part of the issue raised in the story: Caste and sectarian animosities and prejudices come in for scary, extra-believable spotlighting in here. It's like the awfulness I really wasn't privy to before Katherine Boo's book came out (whatever the criticisms Boo gets, I for one hadn't heard anything about these issues before I read it) sprang to life in the eyes of a nine-year-old boy. He's the only one who cares that Bahadur has gone missing...as much, that is, as the child's mother cares.
Very much raised by TV while being resentfully and carelessly monitored by his gifted older sister (a quietly important strand is the terrible, sexist manner that the capitalist system exacerbates her mistreatment, the not terribly bright but terribly endearingly bumptious and energetic Jai gets a scooby-group of kids together to seek out Bahadur. What unfolds is proof that kids are great narrators, if lousy cops. The scooby-group is convinced (well, two-thirds convinced) that there's a Djinn on the eponymous Purple Line of the city's subway. No, there isn't; if you came hoping for a fantasy read, go in peace. What they do discover is, however, very relevant.
There are things in the telling of the story that didn't work well to make it into a satisfying read: The neglected sister who watches Jai does something that removes her from sympathy to distaste. It's not pretty, it was perfectly understandable, but it actually made the central search more complicated and showed that adolescents are not the best choices of parent subsitiutes. The final solution of the mystery at the heart of the book is desperately sad; it's also not what was signaled as one of the book's themes, the complicity of the capitalist world in the destruction of families and ways of life, as well as exacerbating the existing sectarian horrors plaguing India. In my view, this was a narrative error, since it took the wind out of the sails of at least half the book's points. And, perhaps most tellingly, the multiplicity of narrative voices was less an enrichment of the story than a lessening of tension. This is very often the case in crime fiction.
This explains a lot of why this carefully crafted and involvingly told story didn't get all five stars from me.
What was so enriching in this read was the manner of making evident the luxury of a safe, secure childhood anywhere not already rich. What made me think the hardest was the additional, personal light shone on the family of a disappeared child, the struggles of parenting while extremely poor, the harshness of communities that, under threat, are coldly calculatedly indifferent in their actions if not always their hearts...they simply can't afford to be fully realized communities such as existed before capitalism fastened its teeth in India's neck.
Children from the settlement begin to disappear, and the 9-year-old protagonist, who likes to watch TV crime shows, thinks he and his friends can solve the crime. The police, who claim a weekly shakedown from the residents, feel like it's not their problem. After all, as one of the mothers if a disappeared child finds out, the cops think the residents deserve what they get, because they're poor.
Hardback 2020 Random House
P.211:
" 'but those animals beat me here' - Chandni's ma touches her neck - 'here' - she twists her left hand to touch her back, just below her blouse and above her sari skirt - 'and here too.' Now she touches her legs. 'I asked them why they're not looking for my child, and they said, 'we're your servants or what?' They asked me, 'why do you people pop out kids like rats when you can't take care of them? We'll be doing the world a favor if we wipe out your slum.' "
The cops constantly threaten to have their settlement bulldozed.
More children keep disappearing, and the ugly theme of differences in religion raises its head. Instead of doing something about stopping the abduction of children, the Hindus of the settlement are encouraged to blame them on the few muslim families residing there.
Though this is fiction, it was written by a journalist who reported and lived in India for years, so it reads true. The disappointment I had in finishing the book, was that I felt like there was no real ending.
The author's afterward specifically states that he wrote a fictionalized account of a common problem in Indian slums and that he specifically created the children's characters to reflect those of the poor children he had encountered in India: cheeky, funny, and impatient. Also, this book has a glossary of Indian terms at the end. Since I was reading an e-book, I didn't realize that the glossary was there. I guess I was an idiot.