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My Mother's Sari by

coleycole's review against another edition

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4.0

Beautiful! Rao captures the essence of why children play with their parents’ clothes in the last few pages:
I love my mother’s sari…/ and how it makes me dream.

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3.0

Illustrated using mixed-media, My Mother’s Sari opens with the endpapers bearing instructions in how to don a sari. The photographed human model’s person painted over in the manner of the characters we will soon meet in the story.

Whether it is in imaginative play, nose wiping (a favorite), or finally to wrap oneself up in and dream, each of the children’s mother’s sari function differently. And yet the unity of the text, that possessive I the reader will hear with one voice, recommends that one mother’s sari can do all these things.

The children are in paint, but the sari is collage, bright in color, variant in pattern and texture. The sari appears light with effervescent movement next to the densely drawn figures interacting with them, giving them the ephemeral dream-like quality.

The metaphor of the sari is tied to the mother, and to the maternal and cultural burdens she bears. “How it makes me dream,” the narrative concludes.


L (omphaloskepsis)
http://contemplatrix.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/book-mothers/
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