I’ve been a fan of Jhumpa Lahiri’s since reading her first novel The Namesake (2003), and I moved from there to her short stories, including the Pulitzer Prize–winning collection Interpreter of Maladies (1999). I will read anything she writes. So when her second novel The Lowland (2013) came out last year, I jumped at the chance to read it. I quickly put my name on the library list, and then I had to wait many months to actually get my hands on it. It was worth the wait.
The novel is about two brothers, born around World War II. Udayan becomes a Naxalite Communist in India in the 1960s, while the Subhash goes to Rhode Island for school. He stays in the United States and earns a Ph.D., eventually marrying his brother’s wife! It is an interesting and tragic twist of fate. His brother is arrested and executed for being a traitor, and when Subhash returns home because of the tragedy, he learns that his sister-in-law, Gauri, abhorred by his parents, is expecting a baby. He hears the story of how his brother had to hide in the lowland near the house, trying to hold his breath in the water, while the police searched for him. He is moved by the tragedy and subversive circumstances and feels sorry for the wife. He makes a deal that he will marry her and take her back to the United States with him and raise her baby as his own. It is an arranged marriage, but not approved by his parents.
The rest of the novel plays on this arrangement, one that is strange yet seemed like a logical course of action. As the marriage unfolds, Subhash and Gauri learn to love each other in some ways, but drift away in others. The daughter they raise, although not his, is more connected to Subhash than Gauri in relationship. This becomes solidified when Gauri abandons them both for a teaching job at a college in California.
It is a tragedy, but one that we can see having unfolded from previous tragedy. This tale is the Russian nesting dolls of tragedy, with one precipitating another and another. There is no end to the suffering and pain of life. This is something I constantly learn, and it is disheartening. Life is pain. Sorrow, fear, and anxiety are more constant than I would like. I find comfort in a phrase from the scriptures: Men are that they might have joy.
In all of this tragedy, do Lahiri’s characters find joy? In some ways, yes. Subhash finds joy in fathering his daughter, even though she is not his biologically. The daughter finds joy in her own daughter once she is grown and becomes a mother herself. There is a strain between her and Gauri, who abandoned her and never looked back. When the two come face-to-face after some thirty years, there is tension and anger, but ultimately some hope. In every difficult situation, there can be hope and we can find joy despite the difficulty.
The Lowland explores this, while honestly representing the disappointment that life can bring. Lahiri does this from the perspective of Indian immigrants to the United States, a common theme in her work, but it is universally applicable. We are all strangers in a strange land and wanderers searching to belong. She enacts that familiar human story through her Indian characters, but we can all identify with them. This is the power of Lahiri’s storytelling.
Thanks for a terrific review. I loved both of Lahiri’s short story collections so much; but I thought The Namesake wasn’t quite as good as her stories. So I’m hoping that The Lowland measures up to Interpreter of Maladies and Unaccustomed Earth. She is one of those rare writers where every single word counts.
So true! As to this measuring up to her short story collections, I can’t say that it does. It is still terrific, but there’s something about her stories that are magical.
Sounds good, although the basic story has its roots in an old Bollywood movie 🙂
Emily, I love your descriptive phrasing “nesting dolls of tragedy.” The book sounds interesting. By the way, I am reading Pat Conroy’s “Death of Santini” and it is a good, but tough read. Take care, BTG
My dad loves Conroy’s work. I will have to give him a try.
My favorite is “Prince of Tides.”
Thanks for the review! I want to start reading Lahiri’s novels (I’ve only read one of her short stories in a Lit class), but I’m not sure where to start. What do you suggest I should read first?
She only has two novels, I believe. I would start with The Namesake. But as far as starting Lahiri at all, I would go to her short story collection Unaccustomed Earth. It is magnificent.
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I cannot wait to read this!!! I adore Jhumpa Lahiri. I feel like I slip into a trance when I read her words.
Thanks. Agreed: a trance!
Cannot wait to read this!
Entranced by your words on this novel, so I am excited to discover Lahiri for myself. Thanks!
You have some delightful reading ahead of you with Lahiri’s work!
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I loved Interpreter of Maladies, and I (weirdly) found the Lowland at a thrift store, so I’m even more excited to pick it up now!
Who on earth would give a Lahiri book to a thrift store? Lucky for you!
I know, right?
I thought this was very good, but I love her short stories. I haven’t read Interpreter of Maladies yet. Something to look forward to!
Yes! I love her short stories too. They may be better than her novels, if only just slightly.
I feel that way too. I like her short stories even more.
I haven’t read any of her work, but I can’t wait to read Interpreter of Maladies!
Start reading! You will love her.
I’ve read and enjoyed all of Lahiri’s works. She’s magnificent.
I’m a huge fan of Lahiri’s work. Glad to know this one lives up to her other works.
It does. I don’t think Lahiri has ever disappointed. 🙂
I really agree with what you wrote in the last paragraph. There is something very universally poignant and true in all of her stories. I often feel like I am in the same room with her characters, in their most intimate moments, and yet at the same time a part of me feels naked too. I can’t describe it, only that this feeling is something I don’t get when I read other authors.
Yes! Her books make me feel something indescribable as well.
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