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"Selected memories" of her childhood in Bombay. The only child of Parsi parents, young Thrituma was very close to her father and his unmarried sister who lived with the family. Her mother was inclined to angry outbursts overheard by their gossipy neighbors. She attended Catholic schools, her teachers were Irish nuns and women with Portuguese surnames, presumably Goans..Most of the students were Catholics and Hindus, but there were a few Muslims. She mentioned only one other Parsi, a girl she competed with for the "Mad Parsi" title, each attempting to outdo the other thinking up outrageous pranks. As in Umrigar's novels. the reader feels part of the scene, present in the apartment as the child struggles to bring peace to the household and adapts to the ups and downs in her father's business. (At one point, her uncle, in business with her father, gives her his last few rupees to attend a movie with her friends.) Realizing she could never escape the apartment even if she became a successful Times of India journalist, she decides to escape to America, applying for grants to the Parsi community. She chooses a college in Ohio because of a Bob Dylan song.

I found two of her memories particularly interesting: the day she left her high school friends behind on the bus to join a college demonstration against Indra Gandhi's repressive policies, and was shocked find the policeman on duty was a Parsi friend of her father's (they're s a small sect, but apparently everywhere in the city) and an illuminating moment in English class. Thirtuma had read extensively in English literature, as well as Faulkner and Hemingway, but nothing of India's vast literature later than the Mahabaratha. ("We're a long ways from bows and arrows," she thought;and India has been independent a long time now.") This insight came the day the teacher asked the class to stop writing about characters named Smith, white children with freckles, and instead write about characters who looked and spoke like themselves. Thrity stared into space. .As she had no literary models, she didn't know how to begin. For the first time, she saw herself as a member of a small sect, attending a Catholic school, in a city where she was surrounded by Hindus.


Tags : First Darling of the Morning: Selected Memories of an Indian Childhood [Thrity Umrigar] on Amazon.com. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. A poignant and brave exploration of childhood's less lovely spaces, First Darling is a sensitive, vividly-relived memoir that captures the innocence and confusion of a small Indian girl struggling against the paradoxes that rock her life. Told with startling honesty,Thrity Umrigar,First Darling of the Morning: Selected Memories of an Indian Childhood,HarperCollins,8172234635

First Darling of the Morning Selected Memories of an Indian Childhood Thrity Umrigar 9788172234638 Books Reviews

The author's memories of her childhood and adolescence, including both a painful family life and her developing intellectual and artistic character, this book seems a bit disjointed, much like life. Physical and emotional abuse by her mother is never dealt with or resolved; the death of a favorite uncle is also painful. The author's determination to get away from her loving but constantly fighting family by going to school in America is impressive. I can't wait to read the next installment of her autobiography, even though this one was a hard read for such a short book.
I believe I have read everything Ms. Umrigar has written. I constantly look for new books by her as I always find her books engaging, inspiring and beautifully written. First Darling of the Morning is the story of the formative years of her childhood in Bombay . Those years were so full of contradictions; it is surprising she has turned out to be such an accomplished woman and writer. I have always found her books melodious, reading as musically as the Indian language sounds to me.
I have previously read several books by this author and have always enjoyed her language and descriptions of life in India. In this case, of growing up, and acquiring an education in India, and how the experiences formed the character of the child being written about. There is a complex social system in India, and this book helped me understand what it must have been like to grow up in such a complicated society, and how women struggled to be well educated, and to make something of their lives aside from the social expectation of being a housekeeper or wife. I always enjoy Thrity Umrigar books, and this book was no exception. My book club has read several of her books, and the stories make for some interesting discussions.
I loved this memoir of Thrity Umrigar, a middle class girl attending a Catholic school in Bombay. The story starts when she was a young child and continues until she leaves for college in the U.S. just before she turned 21. Her writing is spell-binding. The descriptions of her family, friends, and events leaves no stone unturned. Like most of us, there is plenty of family dysfunction and teenage rebellion. Ms. Umrigar gives us insight into the poverty and caste system in India and her turmoil living with it. I grew up with a father similar in personality to Thrity's mother so I understood all to well the fear, hurt and confusion in dealing with this type of personality and the role it plays in the family dynamics. I can't wait to read some of her other books.
Moving story of an Indian woman who knew much love growing up, but also knew the bizarre anger of a near psychotic mother. Her selected memories allowed me to feel close to her as she discovers her own considerable strengths, talents and need to be her own person. A gifted written who speaks from her heart.. Excellent view of Parsi Indian family life.
I picked this book up at our local library, intrigued by the author's name and by the location, Mumbai, birthplace of our precious grandchildren. I decided I should read more and sat down to read for thirty minutes. HOURS later, I looked at the clock amazed by how much time had passed while I had been transported to Mumbai in my mind through the gift of the author, Thrity Umrigar. I loved this book completely! It is a treasure to be owned. I may have to buy a second book, just so I have one to loan to my friends. It's THAT terrific.
This author is not only a master of words and language, she is also a deeply perceptive human being who captures the essence of human relationships in ways that inspire and uplift the reader.
If you take the time to buy and read this book,
you won't regret it. Give yourself this gift!
We are so lucky to have access to her work!
Thank you Thrity. My life is enriched by your work.
"Selected memories" of her childhood in Bombay. The only child of Parsi parents, young Thrituma was very close to her father and his unmarried sister who lived with the family. Her mother was inclined to angry outbursts overheard by their gossipy neighbors. She attended Catholic schools, her teachers were Irish nuns and women with Portuguese surnames, presumably Goans..Most of the students were Catholics and Hindus, but there were a few Muslims. She mentioned only one other Parsi, a girl she competed with for the "Mad Parsi" title, each attempting to outdo the other thinking up outrageous pranks. As in Umrigar's novels. the reader feels part of the scene, present in the apartment as the child struggles to bring peace to the household and adapts to the ups and downs in her father's business. (At one point, her uncle, in business with her father, gives her his last few rupees to attend a movie with her friends.) Realizing she could never escape the apartment even if she became a successful Times of India journalist, she decides to escape to America, applying for grants to the Parsi community. She chooses a college in Ohio because of a Bob Dylan song.

I found two of her memories particularly interesting the day she left her high school friends behind on the bus to join a college demonstration against Indra Gandhi's repressive policies, and was shocked find the policeman on duty was a Parsi friend of her father's (they're s a small sect, but apparently everywhere in the city) and an illuminating moment in English class. Thirtuma had read extensively in English literature, as well as Faulkner and Hemingway, but nothing of India's vast literature later than the Mahabaratha. ("We're a long ways from bows and arrows," she thought;and India has been independent a long time now.") This insight came the day the teacher asked the class to stop writing about characters named Smith, white children with freckles, and instead write about characters who looked and spoke like themselves. Thrity stared into space. .As she had no literary models, she didn't know how to begin. For the first time, she saw herself as a member of a small sect, attending a Catholic school, in a city where she was surrounded by Hindus.