"The Inheritance of Loss" by Kiran Desai
Read: 3/2/09
5/5 stars
Kiran Desai, daughter of Anita Desai, wins a Booker Prize for this, her first novel. And so the daughter gets what her mother has only been shortlisted for twice over.
I have never read Anita Desai, mind. But this book, barring my occasional bemusement at the Booker's seeming desire to make up for their sins as colonizers, is a beautifully written piece of work and one whose win I will not question.
The Inheritance of Loss is set mostly in Nepal, but partly in the US (and very minimally in Britain, through flashbacks). The cast of characters involves mostly natives of Nepal, in varied states of alienation from their nationality and themselves. Take Sai--an orphan who has to live with her grandfather, who was once a former judge and educated in England. They live in a small town in the mountains, in a house that spoke of former wealth amidst a population that is generally destitute. Sai prefers to speak English, though she is a native of Nepal. There is also a cook who lives with them, whose son is currently in the US, living out the great Third World dream of migrating to a First World nation. Except that the cook's son isn't living the dream. In the land of plenty where millions of Indians seek to go, the cook's son, Biju, is struggling for occupation, for acknowledgement, for dignity.
"How many people live in the fake versions of their countries, in the fake versions of other people's countries?" Biju asks himself in a moment of crisis. And I could not help but resonante with his question. How many people, though natives of their own countries, are actually foreigners in it? Is this phenomenon particular only to former colonies, or does it exist even amongst the colonizers? I would think that the question also bears asking today in a world getting ever smaller. When lines are redrawn, and people claim that we are one global community, then who exactly are we?
But to return to why I resonate--perhaps because I am guilty of this myself. I admit to not knowing that much about my country--not its geography, its literature, or even its language. Strangely, though, I have no desire to leave it. So what does this make me?
This is also why I give this book 5 out of 5 stars--for its capacity to allow me reflect on questions beyond "Is the guy going to get together with the girl?" or "Who killed the man, and how will our hero reveal all in the book's denoument?" And, as I mentioned, the book is beautifully written--elegance of language and astonishing images. So though the Booker prize winners are often hit-or-miss for me, this one was definitely a hit.
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