Book review: The Inheritance of Loss

(This came out in India Today in January 2006; forgot to post it at the time, but given Kiran Desai’s Booker win, this seems like a good moment to catch up.)

The Inheritance of Loss
Kiran Desai
Rs 495, 336 pages

With Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard , Kiran Desai announced herself as an author in possession of the literary equivalent of perfect pitch. Anita Desai’s daughter had a talent all her own, a set of skills too large for the slight but charming tale of an ordinary wastrel turned accidental godman. All she needed was the right story; and in the seven years in between Hullabaloo and The Inheritance of Loss , she’s found it in an unlikely conjunction of places.

It’s the season of mists in Kalimpong, where Sai’s story starts in a crumbling house called Cho Oyu that reeks of loneliness and abandoned memories of perfection fuelled by a long-lost wealth. As Sai, her grandfather the retired judge and the cook watch, the first signs of conflict overtake the quiet rhythms of their lives. A band of young boys, unconvincing in their uniforms of “universal guerrilla fashion”, break into Cho Oyu in search of the judge’s rusting guns, demanding a reluctant tea-and-pakora hospitality, departing with “only items necessary for the movement”, a list that includes Pond’s Cold Cream.

Sai is an orphan, her parents unlikely casualties of an accident in Russia involving crates of nesting babushka dolls and a Moscow bus, her “dumpling love” for her Nepali tutor, Gyan, the only false note in her narrative, played deliberately but not very effectively for laughs. At Cho Oyu, Sai and the cook are the only still points in a landscape where every person is defined by the journeys they’ve made.

Sai is, above all, a reader: “Books were making her restless. She was beginning to read, faster, more, until she was inside the narrative and the narrative inside her, the pages going by so fast, her heart in her chest—she couldn’t stop.” The cook, it emerges, is a natural-born storyteller, inventor of a wonderful, perfect life in America for his immigrant son, Biju, creator of a magnificent, haveli-born past and a passionately loving marriage for the judge (who in truth, had neither).

The three of them, the cook, the judge and the young girl, are hapless, unwilling witnesses to the identity struggle playing out in the hills as the GNLF and other parties claim a land, a language and a respect that have all been denied the Nepali immigrants turned settlers. The rituals of Lola’s marmalade on toast and the tunes from Uncle Potty’s gramophone player, Father Booty’s cheese-making dairies and Noni’s library books are disrupted by bandhs and food shortages, killings and property takeovers. Gently but relentlessly, and with only an occasional excess of liberal guilt, Desai puts us in the position of the settler who knows the language of privilege better than the local tongue, whose crime is to love the landscape and the mountains passionately while retaining the distance of the outsider.

Sai’s tale is beautifully balanced by Biju’s journey into territory just as uncharted and exotic for this cook’s son from the Himalayas as the journeys of Englishmen and Scotsmen into the hills of Kalimpong were in a previous generation. Biju’s New York is the backstairs, underground, precarious and rambunctious universe of the Third World cooks and busboys who staff first-class, first-world restaurants.

Desai captures his particular brand of loneliness and bewilderment with rare empathy: “Biju put a padding of newspapers down his shirt…and sometimes he took the scallion pancakes and inserted them below the paper, inspired by the memory of an uncle who used to go out to the fields in winter with his lunchtime parathas down his vest… Once, on his bicycle, he began to weep from the cold, and the weeping unpicked a deeper vein of grief…” He finds a sense of community among these strugglers and stragglers, their Holy Grail the elusive Green Card; discovers the older immigrant’s shame at rejecting the endless waves of new immigrants, the Tribes, coming from home, and the impossibility of helping all of them.

Between these two richly imagined narratives, Desai interrogates our ideas of entitlement and belonging, unpicks the identities of immigrant and settler. She does it all with a style and humour only occasionally marred by a heavyhanded playfulness that shows up in too many capital letters, too many italics—unnecessary embellishments for a writer of her calibre. But The Inheritance of Loss , a delightfully original book, justifies every cliché in the reviewer’s repertoire: it is that rare thing, a triumph of the storyteller’s art, nuanced. It is even, I concede, worthy of the most-overworked term in the reviewer’s lexicon: luminous.





16 responses to “Book review: The Inheritance of Loss”

  1. jerry Avatar

    Greatly enjoyed your piece today on the Edit, HT. Cheers!

  2. Salik Avatar

    “…the Nepali immigrants turned settlers.”Please, read the history of the settlers first.

  3. Siri Avatar

    I will hang on for a week before I read your review. The book is still fresh in my cupboard 🙂

  4. 30in2005 Avatar

    I’m about to start this book, months too late for Veena’s Booker mela. And I have read so many negative reviews for this book that I have been postponing the decision, subduing my instinct. Your post has me back on track and this weekend I shall be found curled up with this book on my lap!By the way, your writing is simply stunning! Am combing through archives now….

  5. arunima Avatar

    Hi Nilanjana,I am nobody to describe how ineffably rivetting your posts in both your blogs- akhond of swat and kitabkhana -are. But, I have to tell you that I discovered them a couple of weeks ago when suddenly it occured to me that I could write an article on Indian blogs dedicated to literarure. By the way, I am 5-month old trainee journalist with the Financial Express, Delhi.Would you mind giving me your phone number so that I can call you up and get to know your views about the literary blogging scene in India, about international scene as well. Hoping that you would agree to help,Arunima (P.S.- I am sendiong you the link of my almost defunt blog now only so that you will be able to rely; the posts are very puerile.)

  6. Devilled Avatar

    I found the book rather execrable, but your blog is splendid.

  7. Mayank Austen Soofi Avatar

    Hello Nilanjana,I won’t repeat others by complimenting on your blog. But please check mine too. They are:Ruined by ReadingThe Delhi WallaPakistan Paindabad

  8. Psychic Avatar

    hi, really cool blog, hope you go on like this! psychic readingcya

  9. Supriya Avatar

    Nilanjana, you write so beautifully that you simply must do a book now. Your blog has been the best literary discovery i’ve made in a while – and i look forward to reading more.

  10. J. Alfred Prufrock Avatar

    What does one do to lure you out of hibernation?Please …J.A.P.

  11. Roselyn Avatar

    Ive been reading your pieces in various magazines and papers for a while now. I think we are destined to meet. I’ve always had wonderful contexts before I meet writers (sometimes they can be disastrous- Ill explain if i meet you). Ill be away from Delhi for the next three months, I hope you will get in touch with me-

  12. sakthi Avatar

    Kiran Desai’s Booker prize winning “The Inheritance of Loss” is stunning second novel from her. She is born in india in 1971 and educated in india,in england and the united states..Car Breakdown Cover

  13. Anil P Avatar

    Sounds interesting. I didn’t read her first one, but I intend to catch up with her second book.

  14. Mudra Avatar

    Hi Nilanjana,I’ve been reading your blog for some time and I think you write really well. I’d be glad if you could write for Sans Frontieres, the Umang magazine.Since I don’t know what city you’re based in, maybe I should give you a bit of background about Umang and SF. Umang is an inter-college fest held every August in Bombay. Umang 2006 saw 31000 students, 83 colleges and 55 events. Sans Frontieres has a readership of over 2000 people (again, all students between the ages of 17 and 22) and articles in it by students across the country and well-known journalists and writers.I know you write a lot of reviews and news-based stuff, but I’m sure you’d be quite comfortable with youth-based articles as well. Please do email me at and maybe then we can discuss it further (your email ID isn’t listed here). Thanks! 🙂

  15. Accidental Fame Junkie Avatar

    Nilanjana, please update your blog. Maybe with the piece on Quratullain Hyder in BS? It was beautiful as usual!

  16. Deepa Krishnan Avatar

    I’ll tag my compliments at the end of all the wonderful things people have said already. Your writing is stunning.- Deepa

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