Weight | 0.199 kg |
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Dimensions | 216 × 137 × 13 mm |
ISBN | 9781908058485 |
Cover | Paperback |
Publication Year | 2017 |
Publisher | Penned in the Margins |
£9.99
No Dogs, No Indians
How far would you go to resist oppression? What would you choose to remember, and what to forget? Are some wounds never meant to heal?
Siddhartha Bose’s play takes us to 1930s India to tell the story of Pritilata Waddedar, a young, female revolutionary who leads an attack on a whites-only club. ‘No Dogs, No Indians’ was commissioned by five major performing arts venues to mark the 70th anniversary of Indian independence.
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