This sweeping, 700+ page story is beautifully and descriptively written. Set mainly in rural India, we also get a taste of urban Madras. I had a little trouble keeping track of the earlier generations when I got to the later ones, so if I read this again, I would take notes. Multiple families and places and people combine to give you the feeling you know what it would be like to live in India during the time periods of the story: 1900 to 1977.
In the beginning, the twelve year old girl who is being sent to wed her forty-something year old husband is full of fear and trepidation. As a reader, I feared for her welfare, but as the story unfolds, she is treated with great kindness and patience and eventually becomes the matriarch of a powerful rural family. Also in the beginning, I thought this "condition" of some of her family members, this fear of water, this inability to swim, was kind of a mythical or magical myth that afflicted them. Gradually the story unfolds of the exact medical malady it is and how it can be treated. Parts of the story also deal with leprosy and its consequences. Because the author is a doctor, many of the medical conditions, including child birth, are descriptively and minutely described. Sometimes it's hard to take!
Veghese is a wonderful writer with a huge heart for humanity. Some in this story are Christians, and they are described longingly by those who want to have their kind of faith. I can't tell if he is a believer or not...that will be an interesting question for our Monterey book club. I believe Michelle Salmonson is the one who recommended this book; it will be interesting to hear her thoughts on this. She's kind of a black and white thinker, so I'm curious about her thoughts...
I had to search out my highlighter several times to note some of the beautiful passages about life and suffering. The caste system in India plays out very powerfully in this story; as does the struggle for India's independence. I realized I understood very little about British dominance throughout history. The beauty of the Indian people as they struggled is enlightening to read about.
Philipose is the son of Big Ammachi and spends a large part of his life addicted to opium. His addiction and its consequences are harrowing to read about. So is the story of Elsie's developing leprosy, which was a shocking development in the story. I wanted to see her sculptures! I wanted to see the ancestral home and plantation and river the family inhabited. It would be a long and intricate movie, and not an altogether pleasant one. So much pain and suffering! And yet also so much beauty--both in the characters and in the land. There were many absolutely selfless characters who devoted their lives to others...both in the family, and in their devotion to the community.
One particularly poignant and funny part is when a white Christian preacher comes to the rural community and Uplift Master is his translator. The preacher goes on, and Uplift Master begins to go rogue and calls for the Christians to build a hospital, and powerfully calls for donations that start the whole process, and ends up being successful. He does it chunk by chunk, and you just have to laugh as his translation goes on, and the preacher has no idea his preaching has taken a big detour!
There are many Indian or possibly sanskrit words that are used, and some are translated and some are not. Same with the food and drink...it gives the story an authentic feel, and if I weren't lazy, I would have looked some of them up. Instead, I let the story flow.
Here are some excerpts I marked:
When Philipose returns to Parambil after failing out of medical school in Madras, he describes his feelings: Even before his brain digests these sights, his body--skin, nerve endings, lungs, heart--recognizes the geography of his birth. He never understood how much it mattered. Every bit of this lush landscape is hit; its every atom contains him. On this blessed strip of coast where Malayalam is spoken, the flesh and bones of his ancestors have leached into the soil, made their way into the trees, into the iridescent plumage of the parrots on swaying branches, and dispersed themselvves into the breeze...and his is one with avery atom of it. I'm the seedling in your hand, he thinks...Whatever is next for me, whatever the story of my life, the roots that must nourish it are here. (Pages 330-331)
Page 402: In a life, it is the in betweens that are fatal; indecisiveness killed his son.
Pages 486-489 - Describes Joppan explaining racism or is it caste-ism? to Philipose in a most powerful way. Stunningly, and it applies universally. Joppan descibes perfectly our "superior" and 'helpful" ways to help the less-thans, and often in so doing, we do greater harm. For example:
Their kindness, their generosity compared to cruel slave owners, made them blind to the unfairness of a system of slavery that they created, they maintained, and that favored them. It's like the British bragging about the railways, the colleges, the hospitals they left us--their "kindness"! As though that justified robbing us of the right to self-rule for two centuries!
Such things only happen when one group thinks the other is inferior by birth, by skin color, by history. Inferior, and therefore deserving less. My father was no slae. He was beloved here. But he was never your equal so he wasn't rewarded as one...
The sophistication of Joppan's argument surprised Philipose. But even to think of Joppan's argument as "sophisticated" was exactly the kind of blindness Joppan was talking about. "Sophisticated" implied that people like Joppan or Shamuel were not entitled to use history and reason and their intellect.
I love that Philipose listened. It took courage for Joppan to make his case, and it took courage for Philipose to listen and to change. This was so inspiring! And so applicable to me...as I think about the enslaved in our world.
A couple of other nuggets: (Page 507):
Fear comes from not knowing. If you know what it is your are seeing, if you know what to do, then you won't be afraid.
If one imagines what God is saying, is that the same as God actually speaking?
(Page 511): What is worry but fear of what the future holds? Baby Mol lives completely in the present and is spared all worry.
I have a few more marked... also his descriptions of deep love are just lyrical.
Another amazing and beautiful thing that Veghese does is weave a vast and disparate story with complicated and interesting characters that intersect in amazing ways in the future. These intersections come somewhat surprisingly and yet also seem fated. Like the baby Lenin, whose fist breaks out through his mother's womb, is pushed back in by a doctor, who later helps save his life when he has become a revolutionary. These connections happen seamlessly and authentically. Amazing!
While there is much beauty in this epic story, there is a lot that is heavy. Maybe it's good to read heavy sometimes? I'm not sure I will take this on again, but maybe I will. It will sit on my bookshelf next to Cutting for Stone, and when the time is right, I might take one or the other or both on again. In the meantime, I'm ready for something lighter!