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Book review | Mad Sisters of Esi: Tashan Mehta’s fantasy novel on the world of whales is wryly funny

In terms of methodology, Mehta’s second novel has much in common with the works of Jorge Luis Borges and Italo Calvino, while its fragmentary nature and adroit usage of scientific language recalls science fiction masters Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke.

October 22, 2023 / 17:14 IST
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Tashan Mehta’s 'Mad Sisters of Esi', a work of fantasy, is on a pair of sisters Myung and Laleh, who are ‘keepers of the whale of babel’. (Photo: Nitesh Jain via Unsplash)
Tashan Mehta’s 'Mad Sisters of Esi', a work of fantasy, is on a pair of sisters Myung and Laleh, who are ‘keepers of the whale of babel’. (Photo: Nitesh Jain via Unsplash)

Tashan Mehta’s second novel, Mad Sisters of Esi, is an unusual and immersive work of fantasy that begins with a pair of sisters being torn asunder. Myung and Laleh are ‘keepers of the whale of babel’, spending their lives exploring the infinite ‘cosmic chambers’ therein and documenting what they’ve found. Each world they inhabit has, at least, one door that leads to a new chamber and for Laleh, this never-ending loop of discovery and rediscovery — not to mention her axiomatic faith in a deity called the ‘Great Wisa’ — is plenty to live on. But Myung can’t keep a nagging thought at bay; what if the sisters are not alone? What if there are untold legions of people outside of the worlds they have been exploring, outside of the whale of babel itself? Eventually, this quest leads Myung away from Laleh and fairly early on in the novel, marks her as the designated ‘adventurer’ of these worlds, the Ibn Battuta or Marco Polo-type character.

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Myung’s quest also leads her to investigate the true nature of the whale of babel as well as the larger universe (‘the black sea’ as it’s called here). In order to understand these concepts she has to uncover a primordial myth, that of another pair of sisters separated, Magali and Esi. Along the way she and the readers negotiate ‘museums of collective memory’, ‘god machines’, chameleon-like islands, realms whose nature depends on our perception, cartographers and adventurers, deities and pilgrims. Mehta’s writing is elegant and unhurried at the sentence-by-sentence level, and one of the novel’s biggest strengths is how it maintains and develops character even as it regales the reader in a very old-school, fairytale mode. Read this passage, for instance, about Myung getting the hang of the whole explorer-at-sea identity.

“Nothing fazed her. Nothing surprised her. She faced the largest sea monsters with glee. She wrote about the smallest plant with sensitivity and care. She spent years on the wildest islands, decades even, and she tamed them. Myung’s Diaries became gospel. They taught you how to love the black sea, to understand its strange and erratic islands. Sailors read them for instructions; they acted them out for entertainment; they even read them in their spare time, because there really wasn’t much to do on a ship when you had been sailing for ages.”