Book Description
It is Britain in 2025. King Charles is reigning. Richard &
Judy are still presenting. Britain is booming, creatively and economically.
Most people are very happy. Ronan Keating is a social-activist and Brad
Pitt's left leg is going to explode any moment now. The pocket of
xenophobic groups in Britain call any non-white person a 'Paki' and try
their hardest to stir up trouble. America is eating itself in the midst of
civil war, George Bush the 2nd, President of the Republic of Texas, is
trying to invade California. The hawk-ish government in Britain is at odds
with King Charles over immigration, and also intent-for some reason-to
invade Brazil.
Then there's a little boy who grows into a little man in the midst of this
strange, real world. His parents are rich, filthy rich, his father is
strange, his mother calls him a 'paki', and his aunt teaches him the
benefits of organic food. He grows and grows into a man with isolation,
school, crack-addiction, a trip to Morocco, a friendship with a Brazilian
footballer, and a moon-landing.
A coming-of-age and Utopian/Dystopian novel rolled into one, Pieces of a
Paki is filled with humour, moments of tender humanity, optimistic insights
into successful multi-culturalism in Britain, and guarded comments on
mankind's fruitless artificial innovations. A beautiful story for people
with open-hearts.
About the Author
Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi is an accomplished musician, having released
two critically acclaimed albums of self-produced hip-hop/electronic music,
2004's 'From a Western Box' and 2005's, 'Flowers & Trees'. He is also a
film-maker, having had one short-film, 2005's 'Soup for Thought' shown at
the Brighton Film Festival. His most recent work is a travel documentary on
inspiration and the artists' struggle, 'Let the Clouds of America Burn
Calligraphy onto my Frozen Heart' (2007).
One of the most exciting and original artistic voices to emerge from
Britain's creative undergrowth, his insistence on total creative control
sees most of his releases self-funded and remaining on the underground,
just as his refusal to box and label himself as either a 'British-Muslim
writer' or an 'Afghan writer', make him a difficult case for most of the
lazy publishers- uninterested as most of them are with anything but a
simplified, catchy, quick-sell. In 'Pieces of a paki' there is a
mainstream, original, albeit very alternative voice of young Britain
emerging.