I am not a newcomer to Jhumpa Lahiri's work. This book, like many of her
books, is dominated by the themes of identity, and the impact of displacement
and diaspora on one's identity. This book, however, was not only a difficult
read, but also a somewhat confusing one.
On one point, in particular, Lahiri has done an excellent job in this book. She explores the relationship between our identities and our relationships. Sometimes, our relationships dictate and form our identities. At other times, our identities dictate our relationships. If a woman is a mother, she comes to define herself as a mother. Or if she wishes to be a mother and achieves that relationship, then she is a mother. But what happens if there is a complete disconnect between one’s relationships and one’s identity? This is explored in the character of Gauri who finds herself a wife and mother, while unable to pursue the intellectual pursuits which were truly fulfilling to her. The result is explored through the eyes of Gauri, her husband, and her daughter. One sees how one woman’s attempt to change her life, her identity, and escape her past, has a tumultuous impact on the lives, self-conceptions, and identities of the people around her. It is refreshing to read something where the woman does not simply attempt to adapt her sense of self to her circumstances – devastating though the effect is.
The book, like Lahiri’s other ones, is extremely evocative of the locations where the characters live. The chaos of the early communist movements in India is exacerbated by the chaos of a highly populated city. The sights, sounds, and smells of the city are powerfully drawn. The relative peacefulness and quiet of Rhode Island is belied by the chaos of the lives of the characters who now live there. In other words, while the family has escaped the outward chaos, they are still chained to it in their minds, lives, and beliefs.
The problem with this book is that it is difficult to understand why Lahiri chooses to end the book where she does. It seems to be a forced almost-reconciliation between mother and daughter, one which rings hollow in the face of the character which she drew for the daughter. While the idea of reconciliation for the sake of future generations is extremely plausible, it is simply not in keeping with the characters. In addition, the book attempts to discuss philosophical views of time, space, and identity while furthering the “plot”. This is unsuccessful. Rather, it feels as if parts of the book are philosophical while other parts are about the trajectory of the story and character development. Therefore, this book has problems of pace and connectedness.
Overall, it is a good book but would not rank higher than other works by Lahiri like The Namesake. Goodreads asks you to rate books on a 5-star scale. I agonized about this for days and finally decided to write this review as a way of making up for the uncomplicated ranking of a complicated book.
On one point, in particular, Lahiri has done an excellent job in this book. She explores the relationship between our identities and our relationships. Sometimes, our relationships dictate and form our identities. At other times, our identities dictate our relationships. If a woman is a mother, she comes to define herself as a mother. Or if she wishes to be a mother and achieves that relationship, then she is a mother. But what happens if there is a complete disconnect between one’s relationships and one’s identity? This is explored in the character of Gauri who finds herself a wife and mother, while unable to pursue the intellectual pursuits which were truly fulfilling to her. The result is explored through the eyes of Gauri, her husband, and her daughter. One sees how one woman’s attempt to change her life, her identity, and escape her past, has a tumultuous impact on the lives, self-conceptions, and identities of the people around her. It is refreshing to read something where the woman does not simply attempt to adapt her sense of self to her circumstances – devastating though the effect is.
The book, like Lahiri’s other ones, is extremely evocative of the locations where the characters live. The chaos of the early communist movements in India is exacerbated by the chaos of a highly populated city. The sights, sounds, and smells of the city are powerfully drawn. The relative peacefulness and quiet of Rhode Island is belied by the chaos of the lives of the characters who now live there. In other words, while the family has escaped the outward chaos, they are still chained to it in their minds, lives, and beliefs.
The problem with this book is that it is difficult to understand why Lahiri chooses to end the book where she does. It seems to be a forced almost-reconciliation between mother and daughter, one which rings hollow in the face of the character which she drew for the daughter. While the idea of reconciliation for the sake of future generations is extremely plausible, it is simply not in keeping with the characters. In addition, the book attempts to discuss philosophical views of time, space, and identity while furthering the “plot”. This is unsuccessful. Rather, it feels as if parts of the book are philosophical while other parts are about the trajectory of the story and character development. Therefore, this book has problems of pace and connectedness.
Overall, it is a good book but would not rank higher than other works by Lahiri like The Namesake. Goodreads asks you to rate books on a 5-star scale. I agonized about this for days and finally decided to write this review as a way of making up for the uncomplicated ranking of a complicated book.