If you’ve followed Taslima Nasrin’s life in recent years, Exile will hold few surprises for you. Somewhat reflective, but mostly simple and direct in its narration, it tells you the story of her backing and forthing in different countries of the world in search of a home.
India looms large, Bangladesh, her beloved native land, is mentioned but almost cursorily, for the writer knows that that is a lost battle, that ownership and belonging of that particular land are a thing of the past. India, however, does not go away—whether she is in Harvard, or in Sweden or in Paris, or anywhere else, it is in India, and more specifically Kolkata, that she feels the pull of a realisable home, a home that still remains within a sort of almostgrasp,…