Meena Kandasamy, in her novel – When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife – writes a hard-hitting account of a writer’s marriage in an effort to lift the veil on the silence that surrounds domestic violence and marital rape in modern India.
She addresses compelling questions in her lyrical style of writing that is poetic and draws you into it’s prose. The incidents she describes play havoc with your mind, and they are not even a fraction of what the victim would have experienced.
At no point in the book is the narrator, or her abuser, identified by name. The author has acknowledged that the story draws from her personal experience but she has also fictionalized it. By not giving the protagonist a name, it is no more the story of one person. Instead, it becomes a universal story – one that women anywhere in the world can relate to.
While the book is written in first person, the narrator often uses a third person setting as a way to detach herself from the emotional experience. She chronicles her abuser’s control on her life and career by limiting her access to social media and email. She describes how he has robbed her identity by answering her emails without her knowledge.
When I Hit You is seething with rage. It is painful and devastating. It is also powerful, courageous and inspiring. It is a lesson. Of the signs that should be identified. Of hope. Of strength. Of being the woman not the world wants you to be, but what you want to become.
It is a lesson to not let your loyalty become slavery. Any relationship, when becomes overbearing, needs to be terminated. One always needs to remember that one can always get out.
And when you have gotten out, then, as Rumi said: “You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.”
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