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Ved Mehta joined the staff of The New Yorker in the 1960s, blind since the age of four and already on his way to a career as a writer. In a series of four relationships he demanded that his lovers, like him, pretend he could see. With lyrical and stirring accuracy, Mehta revisits these love affairs today, tracing the links between his denial of his disability and the cruel transformations that each of his lovers underwent. "Poignant and occasionally hilarious."-The New York Times Book Review. "This elegant volume remains a striking piece of insight into the nature of love."-Publishers Weekly. "[An] excoriatingly truthful and heartbreaking account of the pursuit and loss of love. ..."-The Times of London. "A mesmerizing account ... the most arresting passages are Mehta's mind-expanding descriptions of how he perceives the world. "-Booklist.
The autobiography of a man in India, blind since birth and growing up during the last years of British rule, the tragedy of Partition, the conflicts between Muslims and Hindus, his journey to a new life in the United states, much more, reflecting the anguish of being blind amidst all these changes and sufferings, offering hope and insights to the modern world.
For nearly thirty years now, between writing other books, I have been engaged on a large autobiographical work. "The Ledge Between the Streams" is the fourth book in that work-the three others being "Daddyji," "Mamaji," and "Vedi." (There are also two related books-"Face to Face," a sort of outline for the larger work, and "The Photographs of Chachaji," a sidelight on it.) Each of the four books is independent and self- contained, but, of course, each is a volume of one continuing life story. As the famous race between Achilles and the tortoise suggests, no matter how fast I write, the writing of the life can never catch up with the crawl of my day-to-day life ("Vedi" and this book chronicle a span of barely ten years), so, not surprisingly, I sometimes feel I am leading two lives-the life I'm remembering and interpreting and my ordinary, day-to-day life. And I expect to continue this double life, intermittently, for many years.
The author recounts his experiences as a blind college student, and tells how he came to write his first book.