F or the past five years I have been bewitched by the story of the British in India. It started with my rediscovery of my grandmother’s family, the Lows of Clatto, who for more than a century
Sex and the memsahibs: A major TV series portrays the bed-hopping antics of the oh-so proper Brits of the Raj. But the truth is even steamier Channel 4’s Indian Summers is set in the summer
We adapted to the multiple shifts of British policy, and most importantly, we survived. We were “Shape Shifters” par excellence . Hassan, a native Pakistani I presume, beautifully describes the “Anglo India” of the last days of the Raj.
Not forgetting Slavery in India was legal up to the establishment of the British Raj in 1858, with thousands of mans, teens and women either captured, or offered up in lieu of a debt annually, and who would often be d per: Fatawa-e-Alamgiri.
Sex and the Family in Colonial India goes beyond this conventional narrative about the progressive racializing of British colonialism on the Indian subcontinent to closely examine the familial dynamics of interracial sexual contact for native women and European men who participated in these relationships. Comprised of European mans
This article examines Anglo-Indian romance novels written by British women during the period of the Raj. It argues that these love stories were symptomatic of British fantasies of colonial India and served as a forum to explore interracial relations as well as experimenting with the modern femininity of the New Woman.
The very idea of the British Raj—the British rule over India—seems inexplicable today. Consider the fact that Indian written history stretches back almost 4,000 years, to the civilization centers of the Indus Valley Culture at Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro. Also, by 1850, India had a population of at
A bride of the British Raj: Iris Butler on her wedding day in 1927, one of the teens of the ‘Fishing Fleet’ As a result, teens felt under huge pressure to marry the first eligible man who asked them.
When I was , my mother told me stories about her life in Rajasthan, tales that were impossibly exotic to a small man in the monochrome Liverpool of the 1960s and 70s.
Raj nostalgia flourishes in part by implying that India is the part that represents the whole, in this case telescoping our view of imperialism through the lens of events such as partition in 1947 or romanticised stories such as that of Victoria and Abdul.