Family Life by Akhil Sharma

Family LifeThree minutes. In that time the Mishra family’s hopes of a new future are demolished. They’d left Delhi in search of a better life in New York and, although they now live in a cramped apartment it is one that has carpets and indoor plumbing. Eldest son Birju wins a coveted place at Bronx High School of Science and is seen as a role model among other aspirational Indian immigrant parents. But when he dives into a swimming pool and hits his head on the bottom, the family’s great American dream dissolve into a nightmare of brain-damage, alcoholism and marital discord.

Relating this tale of woe in Akhil Shama’s Family Life is the youngest son of the Mishra family, eight year old Ajay. He’s a bit of a rascal who loves to make up stories to impress other kids of his age. “Everybody in America has their own speedboat” he boasts to boys in Delhi even though he has no idea if this is true. After his brother’s accident, he concocts more and more fabulous stories about Birju’s condition. It’s partly his way of making a connection, of trying to fit in with an alien environment in which he is one of the very few Indians in his school. But it’s also his way of expressing the complex and conflicting emotions stirred up by the accident.

Whenever I told someone about Birju, I felt compelled to lie about his wonderfulness. Because we had received so little money in the settlement, which meant Birju was an ordinary boy, lying seemed the only way to explain that what had happened to him was awful, was the worst thing in the world. birdie i said had rescued a woman trapped in a burning car. Birju had had a great talent for music and a photographic memory. ….. I concocted the ideal brother. These fantasies felt real. They excited me. They made me love Birju…. They also cultivated rage at the loss…

As Ajay gets older the conflicting emotions about his brother never completely go away Every moment of his mother’s day is devoted to caring for Birju while his father takes to drink. In their grief they often lose sight of the needs of the younger boy. One cheerless Christmas Day, Ajay erupts, sobbing to his parents that he too deserves something, for enduring — at least some pizza. “I am so sad,” Ajay confides to his father one evening. “You’re sad?” his father responds; “I want to hang myself every day.” Coming home from school one day he is desperate to tell his parents he was ranked first in his class. But all he gets from his mother is “very good’, not pausing even from a moment in her manipulation of the wasted limbs of his brother.

I had been feeling proud as well as guilty but now I felt a collapse. And then I became disgusted with myself for my vanity in wanting to be thought special…

This is the aspect of the novel that resonated most with me. Much of the early part of Family Life feels like well trodden ground as Akhil Sharma lays out what life is like for new immigrants. Look how different things are in America the book says although we already know that  from works by other transplanted authors. Where Family Life felt fresh was in its treatment of Anjay’s guilt at being the surviving brother and the creative ways in which he tries to find an outlet – trying to become an author by meticulously adopting Hemingway’s writing style or daydreaming about conversations in which God gives him advice while dressed in a Clark Kent style cardigan. This is the emotional heart of the novel, yet its impact comes from the often understated manner in which Anjay describes his feelings.

“A year had gone by since Birju’s accident. My father began shaving him. The first time he did this was one afternoon. My mother and I stood and watched as he put shaving cream on Birju’s cheeks … Birju lay there calmly as my father lathered him. I thought of how Birju had wanted to be a doctor. It seemed unfair that something like this could happen and the world go on.”

Unfair and yet the world does go on since ultimately Family Life is a story about endurance and survival.  Anjay achieves the glittering career denied to his brother, proving that the American dream can become reality though for the Mishra family it materialises only after they are brought to the brink of loneliness and despair.

End Notes

Family Life is Akhil Sharma’s second novel and is partly autobiographical. By the time he handed over his manuscript to the publishers he was nine years overdue. Their patience was rewarded when Sharma won the 2015 Folio Prize with this novel. 

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What do you need to know about me? 1. I'm from Wales which is one of the countries in the UK and must never be confused with England. 2. My life has always revolved around the written and spoken word. I worked as a journalist for nine years then in international corporate communications 3. My tastes in books are eclectic. I love realism and hate science fiction and science fantasy. 4. I am trying to broaden my reading horizons geographically by reading more books in translation

Posted on July 7, 2016, in Folio Prize, India and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. But you know, even if Ajay did achieve the American dream, he doesn’t seem happy. There’s an undercurrent of discontent flowing through the last few pages. Maybe it’s just me, but that’s how I felt.

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    • It did feel there was an element of the edginess of the young boy missing from the adult, and though he was successful that yes maybe there as some part of his life that wasn’t quite right

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  2. Thanks for your review. I enjoy Indian novels, albeit this one is set in the USA. Will see if I can lay my hands on a copy.

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  3. I avoided this book for some time – too much hype surrounding it – but found it intensely moving when I finally read it. I hope writing it helped Sharma towards coming to terms with what happened to his family

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    • Luckily I wasnt aware of the hype before I bought it otherwise I might have gone all sniffy and ignored it. Then I would have missed something really worth reading. You can see why it took him so long to write, Maybe that has helped him indeed.

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  4. I remember reading an interview with the author some time ago. Now your review has made want to find this book immediately.

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  5. There’s a very good book by Australian author Annabel Smith which traverses similar issues of sibling guilt in a somewhat similar situation. In Australia it’s called Whisky Charlie Foxtrot and in the US Whisky & Charlie. You can see my review of that one at https://anzlitlovers.com/2012/11/01/whisky-charlie-foxtrot-by-annabel-smith/
    Cheers
    Lisa

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    • Just had a look at the review since I didnt know of this book. Agree with you re the cover – that does seem an odd choice. I’ve now marked Whisky Charlie Foxtrot for a future read. Thanks for pointing me towards it.

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  6. I heard the author give a talk about how he came to write this book at a Faber event a couple of years ago. In a quietly spoken voice he related the true story of his brother’s accident. I had tears coursing down my cheeks listening to him. And yet he wasn’t seeking pity; he was just being very forthright about his family life. I read the book soon after and loved it.

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    • I can only imagine the tension in the room as he related this story. I’ve been trying to find an interview that I thought he did for the Guardian book club podcast but haven’t tracked it down yet.

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  7. I feel like I heard about this book somewhere recently… You’ve totally sold me on it! I love the combination of the boy telling his Indian friends about the speed boat and the juxtaposition of his Americaness when he wants to be rewarded with pizza, like every other American (post-little league game pizza, anyone?). This book is at my library, too!

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    • I know its not a female author which you champion but yes this is one that is definitely worth reading. Good point about how quickly he adopts the American style of life. He becomes very scathing about other Indians…

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  8. I loved this book. My book group selected it and it was the first book we’d read in years that we all loved but still had lots to say about it (as opposed to “It was great, pass the wine”).

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