Our Moon Has Blood Clots by Rahul Pandita

Kashmir is one of the most complex regions in the world, not just because of armed conflict and being a nuclear flashpoint. No wonder then that Our Moon has Blood Clots, a memoir of Kashmir of the 1990s by journalist-turned-author Rahul Pandita, has become a subject of controversy.

How much of an author’s memory is part of a manuscript or how much of it is a part of the author himself? In striking contrast, Gabriel García Márquez says in Love in the Time of Cholera, “He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.” Whatever the case, memory compartments in every mind filter out some part and preserve the rest for posterity, often making autobiographies and memoirs repositories of half truths. “The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers”, writes Rachel Vincent in My Soul to Save. Memories are tricky things to write down because they are not all the same – they are good, bad, or insignificant – and depend on one’s perception. There is no denying the truth of this though there may be no reason to doubt the integrity of a person who pens his or her own story.

George Bernard Shaw wrote, “All autobiographies are lies”.

Our Moon Has Blood Clots by Rahul Pandita