By Anuradha Roy
New York, Free Press, 2011
259 pages Fiction
The Folded Earth is Anuradha Roy’s second novel, and it was
with great anticipation that I embraced it. I had read An Atlas of ImpossibleLonging last year and absolutely loved it. Does this one match it? Not sure.
Does it make me want to go to India? You bet.
While the setting of Atlas was India in older times, The
Folded Earth is set in modern times, in a village high in the Himalayas. (In
actuality, the village is where Roy and her husband live.) There is quite a bit
of the older India at play in the book, including English-style cottages, old
military men, and a mystery regarding the romance between Nehru and the wife of
the Earl of Mountbatten. I was not aware of the term Raj Fiction, but apparently this is the term for nostalgic fiction
of the British time in India.
The book is divided into two parts—the first moves
leisurely, much like one would imagine life in a Himalayan village. The second
part moves more rapidly to a stunning conclusion. The plot takes too long to
establish itself, but the writing is so good that the reader is willing to
forgive Roy that indulgence.
Maya (my granddaughter’s name, by the way) is a
young Hindu woman, widowed before the age of 20 by a mountaineering accident
that claimed her husband, Michael’s life. She is estranged from her family
because Michael was a Christian. Having nowhere to turn, she takes an
opportunity to teach at a Christian school in the mountains, so she can be
nearer the spot where her husband died. The first section of the book sets the
scene and introduces us to a unique group of characters, including a nobleman who
lets her live on his estate, where she edits a book he is writing about the
adventurer, Jim Corbett. She defines her purpose in life thus: “I would not
look into the future. My life had been too cruelly overturned once before for
me to think of anything but the present moment. I would negotiate each day as
if I were riding a leaf in a flowing stream: enough to stay afloat. I would not
ask for more.”
Maya develops great affection for Diwan Sahib, the nobleman,
and the people around the estate. She teaches a young woman to read so she can
carry on a long-distance romance with a young cook in Delhi. She falls for Diwan
Sahib’s nephew, Veer, who also is a mountaineer. The plot meanders a bit, but
we get a very clear picture of village life, the summer heat, the monsoons, the
ever-present mountains. Here is one of the beautiful passages that gives us a
picture of mountain living:: “In winter, the air is clear enough to drink,
and your eyes can travel many hundreds of miles until they reach the green of
the near hills, the blue-gray beyond them, and then the snow peaks far away,
which rise in the sky with the sun, and remain suspended there, higher than
imaginable, changing color and shape through the day.”
The second part of the book moves a little faster as the
carefully crafted life Maya has established starts to unravel, beginning with the
decline of Diwan Sahib’s health until his eventual death. The reader develops a
great deal of affection for Maya because her narration is mostly gentle and
kind to those around her. She is like a wounded animal and the reader wants to
make life better for her. The final events in the narration comes as much a blow
to the reader as to Maya. The reader awakens rather abruptly from the
dream-like state the beautiful words have thrust us into.
Reviewers speak to the strength of Roy’s writing: “Roy's
talent lies in her ability to infuse hard bits of social and political reality
into a narrative that would otherwise have assumed the soft tinctures of light
reading.” Another says: “. . . a poem to the natural world and its relentless
displacement by the developed one.”
Roy calls upon the reader to embrace the slow pace of The
Folded Earth, to savor the words and the character development, to feel Maya’s
pain, and to discover a life that is unknown to her American audience. Although
not as remarkable as An Atlas of Impossible Longing, The Folded Earth is worth
reading for its own strengths and its own beauty.
Here is my review of An Atlas of Impossible Longing.
The review in the British newspaper, The Independent: http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/the-folded-earth-by-anuradha-roy-2218075.html
Anuradha Roy’s blog: http://anuradharoy.blogspot.com/
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