A group of friends journey to a remote part of West Khasi Hills, in northeast India, to witness the performance of an ancient Lyngngam funeral ceremony that lasts six days. Concluding with the cremation of a beloved elder, a woman whose body has been preserved in a tree house for nine whole months, this may well be the last time Ka Phor Sorat, the feast of the dead, is performed. By mistake, however, the group arrives early. So they wait, stuck in the jungle, spending their nights around a fire in the middle of a spacious hut built for them especially, sharing stories in what proves an unexpected journey of discovery. Funeral Nights is a vast collection of tales both big and small, less about death than it is about life in all forms. It teems with admirable men and women, raconteurs and pranksters, lovers and fools, politicians and conmen, drunks and taxi drivers; it abounds with culture, history, gods, religions, myths and legends. Inspired by Boccaccio’s Decameron and The Arabian Nights, this is intimate access to a whole world, spectacular in its documentation of a tribe’s life and culture, and lush, warm, and entirely delightful in its telling.
