Black light, the other name for ultraviolet light, a searing ray that reveals things hidden to the naked eye with occasionally harsh effects because no one can stand u/v rays for too long. Rimi B Chatterjee’s new book takes this characteristic as its premise.
The novel opens quickly enough in the everyday world of Satya, a reporter who’s given up his beat for the staid world of the teletext and the edit desk. His calm is shattered when a call from home tells him that his aunt Medhasri has fallen off her balcony – the implication is suicide but no one wants to utter that word since the repercussions would be scandalous where a traditional Bengali family is concerned.
