First a publisher, then a writer, Ashok Chopra is nowhere close to stopping…. [He] might have started writing late but now that he has picked up the pen, he continues to wield it well.
Ashok Chopra sees India and Pakistan as still one seamless entity. That is not to say he does not acknowledge the creation of both countries in 1947. He is too astute for such wishful extremism. He has crossed the border from India to Pakistan and back again all too often to not be reminded every time of the barbed reality of a border that snakes from Kashmir to Kutch. To him the only borders that matter are the borders of his mind, and these are limitless. Chopra belongs to a diminishing genus in India that can still distinguish between Faiz and Faraz, that can appreciate the poignancy writhing in Munir Niazi’s lament ‘Hamesh Der Kar Deta Hoon Main’, that can tell whether the Khatias are from Lahore’s Khalifa Bakery or from some other taste-alike. He belongs to a rare species that can keep abreast of Pakistani politics and Islam without weakening his own religious convictions or his Indianness. His latest book Memories of Fire is a hexagram of his mind in which his imagination flies from corner to corner, across time, across borders. He speaks through the voices of his forcefully etched characters…. [His] skill lies in his ability to weave a story that tests the tensile strength of contemporary events and attitudes pulling against traditional determination siding with history….
Chopra’s narrative is grouted deep in sensitivity…. Memories of Fire is undeniably a love story between the author and his characters. For only the deepest and truest of emotions could have created such finely etched images of kinship, camaraderie, and enduring friendship. [He] has allowed us to watch them set slowly, gradually in amber.
Chopra’s narrative is grouted deep in sensitivity…. Memories of Fire is undeniably a love story between the author and his characters. For only the deepest and truest of emotions could have created such finely etched images of kinship, camaraderie, and enduring friendship. [He] has allowed us to watch them set slowly, gradually in amber.
A historical novel with a sprawling canvas, Memories of Fire is publishing veteran Ashok Chopra’s first foray into fiction…. Vivid descriptions of lived experience make the story come alive. Sights, sounds, colour and dashes of earthy humour all spice up the mix. The author draws the reader into the heart of the story and offers generous doses of insight into art, music, and literature along the way. Memories of the gentle rhythms of life are as clearly sketched as the storming of the Golden Temple and the brutal violence unleashed on members of the Sikh community in the wake of Indira Gandhi’s assassination. Beauty and gore, art and aggression, lust, love, fealty and rebellion—all find a place in the pages of this ambitiously plotted novel…. The author’s impulse to rake up the past springs from his concern for a fractured nation. Motivated by the belief that memory is a ‘great healer… the balm that soothes many a wound’, he invites the reader to look back at and reflect upon the past. Memories of Fire is as much an ode to love, friendship, religious tolerance and peaceful existence as it is a warning against repeating the deadly and violent mistakes of the past.
There is nostalgia for a gentler time as well as bloody descriptions of real life historical events in this genre-crossing work by author and publishing stalwart Ashok Chopra…. There is erudition and enough thought-provoking ideas to carry the narrative…. Aligning religious differences isn’t the answer to India’s woes, as Chopra shows, tolerance has existed among previous generations… yet, once nationalism raises its ugly head, everything changes…. It’s easier to agree with Chopra that memories encourage a state of reflection—with all its accompanying potential for analysis and solutions. Chopra’s purpose is for us to learn from his memories and not to allow the mistakes of the past to be repeated.