Udayan and Subhash are brothers born fifteen months
apart in the 1950s, in Calcutta. Their childhoods are happy and unremarkable
and they are close. In their late teens they develop different interests, with
Subhash concentrating on his studies and Udayan becoming active in an emergent political
movement – the Naxalites. What follows is a family saga of profound sadness.
This review is impossible to write without spoilers.
Udayan, who is exciting, passionate but selfish,
marries a woman of similar political outlook called Gauri, and becomes increasingly
involved with his friends and comrades, working towards a Maoist revolution. In
the meantime, dull and staid Subhash goes to Rhode Island in the USA to pursue
his studies in environmental science, eventually becoming an academic.
Udayan is killed one day by police, in front of his
parents and Gauri, who, unbeknownst to anyone, is carrying their baby. Subhash
comes back to Calcutta and decides to marry Gauri and take her back to the US
to save her from the life of a widow with his parents (who, in their grief
resent her and show her no warmth) and also to raise her and her brother’s
child as his own. Their façade of a marriage unsurprisingly fails and Gauri,
who by now is an academic in philosophy, ends up abandoning both Subhash and
her daughter Bela when Bela is 10 years old. The book went downhill from here.
All the characters in this book seem unable to get
past their past. And this ruined the book for me. Jhumpa Lahiri is one of my
favourite authors, but this was a disappointment. I enjoyed the book until very
near the end. I think I just got tired of the characters’ complete sadness, coldness
and apparent inability to change. Lahiri’s characters are normally more complex
and even a little more likable than the ones in The Lowland. I tried very hard
to like Gauri and succeeded at times, but most of the time was just appalled at
how lonely her existence was (self-imposed), and how cold and callous she was.
Subhash was dull – probably the most believable of the characters. Bela also
lacked any warmth and was, surprisingly for Lahiri, a bit of a caricature with
her tattoo, nomadic lifestyle and ‘don’t-let-anyone-near-me’ approach to life.
I have read reviews of Lahiri’s work that suggest
she should stick to short stories. Certainly the most memorable of her work I
have read is a collection of short stories called Unaccustomed Earth, which is
one of my all-time-top-ranking reads. The Namesake was good, but Unaccustomed
Earth was better. The Lowlands did not quite satisfy the requirements of a
fulfilling and engaging sage because the characters were too static and too
sad. The book nevertheless contained the author’s trademark style of placid steadiness
and evocative description, which kept me turning the pages. There was, however,
a little bit too much description in some parts and towards the end I was a
little bored.
Lahiri’s broad knowledge of a number of different things such as
Rhode Island, earth sciences and India’s political history is very impressive.
A lot of research has clearly gone into writing this book. One of the most
interesting parts of this book for me was learning about the Naxalite movement,
about which I only have minimal knowledge. It was bizarre to imagine violent
political clashes occurring in the beautiful and picturesque area of
Darjeeling, where I holidayed early this year (and was surprised at the heavily militarised presence…I understand this better now).
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