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A Sri Lankan soldier walks among debris as the war with the Tamil Tigers came to a close. Photograph:
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By now, the books reportorial tone has given way to a subterranean reality
especially characteristic of South Asian epics: that there are no firm moral
positions in a war between relatives. If the Sinhalese army was savagely
punitive, so was Prabhakaran (who believed in unquestioning fealty)
towards his own. This, suggests Subramanian, was essentially how he lost
the war, despite having, at one point, almost absolute control over
the north: because his pathological distrust of internal opposition, policy of
forced conscriptions and fundamental intolerance of democracy alienated
his constituency.
Nothing remains of Prabhakarans house now except the absence of
a house where a cat and a chicken were fighting at the back of a plot.
The crushing of the Tigers and the Tamils is captured by Subramanian with
exemplary concision; he himself seems unprepared for the impact the
survivors stories have had on him: They would lose their potency ... I had
thought at first ... But here they were ... Time had clarified memory, instead
of muddying it. These closing chapters are not so much testimonials as a
distillation of what it means to be defeated. The book leaves us with
a tantalising sense of the ambiguity of peace and victory: of the new and
incongruous conservatism of Sinhalese Buddhism. Subramanian withholds
judgment, but the precision of the final descriptions is searing.
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