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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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Benediction by Kent Haruf

BenedictionReading Kent Haruf’s latest novel Benediction reminded me of  the oft-quoted (and misquoted) comment by Henry Thoreau that “the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”

In the fictional town of Holt, Colorado, one woman despairs of life of spinsterhood that awaits her after a scandalous love affair while another is awakened to the shallowness of her relationship with her boyfriend. Across town, the desperately unhappy son of a minister wants only one thing – to escape this town and return to his former home in Denver. They all have cause to regret missed opportunities and lives that could have been different.

In the midst of all these stories is Dad Lewis, the elderly owner of the town’s hardware store.  The novel opens with the news that he has terminal cancer. He leaves hospital knowing he has one final summer of life ahead. As he waits out his remaining weeks he takes an inventory of his life; weighing up the success of his 50 year marriage and his business against his failure as a father.

There are ghosts in his past that he wants to lay to rest, regrets he wants to remedy. Outwardly Dad Lewis is rather an ordinary man:

… somebody straight up and down like the hands of a clock…. somebody you could depend on, somebody to trust completely.

This is a man who sets high standards for himself and those around him; a man not afraid to take hard decisions even when they meant hardship for others, but also a man with a good heart, doing what he could to support his neighbours. For years he secretly supported the widow and son of an employee he was forced to sack for stealing.  Now as he lies dying he puts arrangements in place to help an elderly woman with her gardening and household chores. The one ghost that continues to haunt him is his troubled relationship with his estranged homosexual son Frank. Split by anger and misunderstanding they have not seen or spoken to each other for decades. Is it too late for them to make their peace and for Dad Lewis to find redemption?

This isn’t a novel in which a tremendous amount happens. The focus is really on the little dramas of life, or as the town’s Minister describes it “the precious ordinary of life that passes without their knowing it”.  It’s told in an economical style devoid of figurative language but shot through with richly evocative descriptions of landscape and the heat, wain and wind that sweep down on Holt from the Colorado plain.

Haruf’s prose has a quiet power that infuses fairly ordinary actions, turning them into something more grand. There is one wonderful scene for example where three generations of women shake off their inhibitions to skinny dip in a cattle water tank. Haruf suffuses the joy of the physical action with the air of a baptismal celebration.

End Notes

Benediction, published by Picador, is Haruf’s third novel set in Holt.

It’s shortlisted for the inaugural Folio Prize, the winner of which will be announced on March 10.

There’s a good interview with Haruf in the Independent newspaper in which he talks about some of the locations and settings that inspire his writing.

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