CAN THE 'REAL' ASHOKA STAND UP, PLEASE? NAYANJOT LAHIRI GETS CLOSER THAN ANYONE TO FINDING THE PULSE OF THE EMPEROR

Nayanjot Lahiri

Ashoka in Ancient India

Ancient rulers regarded him as the iconic Buddhist king. Jawaharlal Nehru considered him the greatest emperor of all time. H.G. Wells portrayed him as the sole shining star of antiquity. But who was the flesh-and-blood Ashoka?

The third emperor of the Maurya dynasty, Ashoka ruled an empire encompassing most of India as well as its western borderlands. He was normal as a ruler of uncommon ambition, but utterly unusual as the pioneer of a model of humane governance. In fact the candour and emotion of his messages on stone show him less as a political figure than as a self-reflective individual.

Recovering Ashoka’s life and times from legend, Nayanjot Lahiri crafts a wonderful biography of this most extraordinary emperor. She provides him with contextual flesh, teasing out his psychology and personality from his edicts and archaeological data about life in India over the last few centuries BCE.

This is the most historically rich and readable book on Ashoka and his context.

NAYANJOT LAHIRI

established her reputation as an accessible historian of Indian antiquity with Finding Forgotten Cities: How the Indus Civilization was Discovered (2005). Her books include Marshalling the Past: Ancient India and Its Modern Histories (2012) and The Archaeology of Indian Trade Routes (1993). She won the Infosys Prize 2013 in the Humanities—Archaeology. She is Professor, Department of History, University of Delhi.

Hardback / 410pp + 4pp colour / Rs 895 / ISBN 81-7824-388-1 / South Asia rights / july 2015 / copublished by harvard university press

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