Here is a very interesting take on the new biography of Mahatma Gandhi's life, by Joseph Lelyveld. Paul Rudnick writes a humor piece in the Shouts & Murmurs column of "The New Yorker," April 11, 2011. His column, "I Was Gandhi's Boyfriend," begins:
"I know that some people still don’t buy that Gandhi was gay, but let me tell you, from experience, Gandhi liked guys. I first met him when he came to see my ice show in Nepal, which was called “Holiday on Dirt.” Gandhi came backstage and he told me, “I very much enjoyed watching you pretend to ice-skate, in your tight pants.” I asked him, “Um, so why are you wearing a diaper?” And he explained that his outfit was a traditional Indian dhoti, and I said, “Well, you look like the New Year’s baby.” And he said, “You are so handsome when you are not speaking.""
It is certainly humor. But who or what is the object of the humor? Is it Gandhi? The critics? Is it another way of saying, "So what!"? Or is it direspectful? Be sure to read our own Sujatha's "Seizing the Truth," for another view on the book and the reactions in India.