Publisher’s write-up:
‘Fatima Bhutto’s stunning
fiction debut begins and ends one rainswept Friday morning in Mir Ali, a small
town in the troubled tribal region of Waziristan, close to the Afghan border.
Three brothers meet for breakfast. Soon after, the eldest, recently returned
from America, hails a taxi to the local mosque. The second brother, a doctor,
goes to check in at his hospital. His troubled wife does not join the family
that morning for no one knows where Mina goes these days. And the youngest, the
idealist, leaves for town on a motorbike. Seated behind him is a beautiful,
fragile girl whose world has been overwhelmed by war. Three hours later their
day will end in devastating circumstances.’
The Shadow of the Crescent Moon is the first attempt at fiction by
the Pakistani poet, Fatima Bhutto. The story revolves around a family
comprising three brothers in a small town (Mir Ali) located in the Federally
Administered Tribal Area (FATA) of Pakistan.
One the morning of Eid, three brothers gather for breakfast and then
head towards different mosques to offer prayers; the first time when each of
them are going to different mosques. The eldest brother, Aman Erum, doesn’t
want to be confined to the boundaries of Mir Ali and wants to leave the place
and explore the world and run a successful business. The second brother,
Sikandar is a doctor practising in a government hospital in Mir Ali who is
troubled by the loss of his son and more so, by his wife’s new habit of gate-crashing
into funerals of strangers. The third brother, Hayat, is an idealist and a
Pashto nationalist fighting against the ruthless
state of Pakistan and its institution, thereby following in the footsteps
of his father. He is even part of an underground rebel group in the local
university at Mir Ali. Apart from that, there is a romantic sub-plot between
Aman Erum and a young beautiful girl, Samarra, who is very fond of Mir Ali and
doesn’t want to leave the place; thereby having a conflicting view as compared
to that of Aman Erum. The three brothers await terrible incidents to unfold
over the course of the next three hours.
The fact that the Fatima Bhutto is a poet was definitely a plus,
with regard to the book, it was a well written prose, with certain abstract
expressions and a lot of scenes left open to the reader to conclude after
giving sufficient input. I felt the character of Aman Erum and his fiancé Samarra
was really well built, and how they had conflicting ideas and how they tried to
handle them and also; the character of Sikandar, a pragmatic man living in the
reality, and his wife Mina, unable to come to terms with the death of their son,
was also a good aspect of the novel. Apart from that, the author also took up a
story based in a less known area of Pakistan, rather than the plots that
usually revolve around Karachi, Lahore or Islamabad.
With that said, the plot was very poorly structured; the events were
supposed to be happening on the same day and a chapter starts with a time of
the day. However, very little happens on that day and instead, the book is
filled with flashback and other events surrounding it rather than the actual present
and within the same chapter, the book went back and forth within the present
and the flashback. Moreover, despite the author’s half-Pashto roots, I still
find it odd; considering I reasonably know that FATA is extremely conservative
and Samarra seems like a typical upper middle-class woman from Islamabad rather
than someone from Mir Ali. Just to add further to that point, the author used her
setting very little; the description of Mir Ali was very shallow and
considering she was eyeing a global audience, she should have described the
insurgency in more detail, regarding the factions involved – considering she
mentions both a civilian rebellion and the fundamentalist taliban and she
barely touches upon whether the two were in any way connected.
I picked up this book from the library purely because of her last
name, considering her grandfather Zulfikar was the former Prime Minister, succeeded
years later by her aunt Benazir and the other members of her extended family
too, being politically involved. I felt the book had a great potential but it
was very poorly taken forward for the first 150 pages, and then ended very
abruptly with abstract endings. The author took a courageous political position
to criticise the military establishment of the country, but the hatred might
probably arise from the history of her family with the institution, well
expressed, nonetheless. This could have been a fantastic book with a little
more details and being presented as a fine 325-350 page novel rather than the
230 page novel that it was.
I still feel that the author’s writing was promising, I enjoyed her
flow, but not exactly her plot and thus, I would be looking forward to her
future works, but regarding this particular work, I would award it a rating of
four on ten.
Rating – 4/10
Have a nice day,
Andy