The Inheritance of Loss

by Kiran Desai

Paper Book, 2006




New York : Grove Press, c2006.


An embittered judge who wants only to retire in peace lives in a crumbling, isolated house at the foot of Mount Kanchenjunga in the Himalayas, when his orphaned granddaughter, Sai, arrives on his doorstep. The judge's cook watches over Sai distractedly, for his thoughts are often on his son, Biju, who is hopscotching from one gritty New York restaurant to another.

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LibraryThing member wandering_star
The Inheritance Of Loss is set in the foothills of the Himalayas, in India but very close to the borders of Nepal, Bangladesh and the former independent state of Sikkim. In a large, decaying house, an old and embittered judge lives with his granddaughter Sai, his cook and his beloved dog. In the nearby towns and villages, a separatist movement of ethnic Nepalis is gathering momentum (actually based on real events, although I had never heard of them before). We see the judge looking back over his life, and the difficult time he had as a student in England: meanwhile, the cook's son Biju is trying to make a living as an illegal worker in New York. For her part, Sai is occupied with a burgeoning romance with her young tutor Gyan.

The descriptions in this book are gorgeous. No, gorgeous is the wrong word, because they are often about ugly things, from dirt to loneliness. But they are vivid and economical. However, the story is much weaker. Part of the problem is that halfway through the book I was still wondering what the central focus of the story was - none of the story threads was dense enough. Shortly afterwards, it became clear that the focus was the insurgency, but that was a little too late. The second problem I had with the book was that so many of the characters seemed to be included only to make a thematic point. (The judge's story mirrors Biju's but also Gyan's, as they are both from poor backgrounds trying to use their intelligence to give them a better future). Biju's story in New York was particularly thin, and I wonder if Desai deep down knew this, as the chapters dealing with him were extremely short. But none of the characters was rounded enough to sustain the book.

Sample: The house didn't match Gyan's talk, his English, his looks, his clothes, or his schooling. It didn't match his future. Every single thing his family had was going into him and it took ten of them to live like this to produce a boy, combed, educated, their best bet in the big world. Sisters' marriages, younger brother's studies, grandmother's teeth - all on hold, silenced, until he left, strove, sent something back.
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LibraryThing member freddlerabbit
I really didn't enjoy this book - but I can't rate it too low; it is very well written. The novel is well-paced, the characters are engaging, human (sometimes they do what you hope and many times not). It explores some huge issues - cyclical violence and colonialism in India, the impact and sources of emigration - through the eyes of the human beings involved, and does so in a compelling way.

I think that the reason I was so disappointed in it is that, often, on a human scale, there is both happiness and sadness, gain and loss - and plenty of surprises. Desai's novel (perhaps I should have been forewarned by the title?) sees only one half of the equation. Any good that is noticed in the book is destroyed or taken away by the end - relationships are all damaged or destroyed, security and safety are gone, savings stolen, wordly goods, pets, lovers - all these are torn apart and stomped to bits by the last page. Living during the Gurkha uprising would have been damaging on a huge scale - no denying this. Fear would be rampant, security nonexistent, and the worst of human behavior would come forth. And yet - life is rarely unmitigated bad acts and loss. Even in the worst of times, for some people, some good things happen. I'm no Pollyanna - and I've read other books about these topics (Gosh, Mukherjee, Mistry - even Naipaul, though he's not really part of this crowd) that show plenty of loss, strain and damage. But in these, there is also some good in life. I put this book down and could feel nothing other than depressed.

Still, it's very well wrought and easy to read. I'd be hard pressed to say, "don't read it." Just - read it when you have the wherewithal to deal with unmitigated cynicism.
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LibraryThing member baswood
Between 1986 and 1988, the demand for a separate state of Gorkhaland and Kamtapur based on ethnic lines grew strong. Riots between the Gorkha National Liberation Front (GNLF) and the West Bengal government reached a stand-off after a forty-day strike. The town was virtually under siege, and the state government called in the Indian army to maintain law and order. This led to the formation of the Darjeeling Gorkha Hill Council, a body that was given semi-autonomous powers to govern the Darjeeling district, except the area under the Siliguri subdivision. Since 2007, the demand for a separate Gorkhaland state has been revived by the Gorkha Janmukti Morcha and its supporters in the Darjeeling hills. The Kamtapur People's Party and its supporters' movement for a separate Kamtapur state covering North Bengal have gained momentum. (from Wikipedia)

[The Inheritance of Loss] by Kiran Desai
Kalimpong an Indian Hill station and it's surrounds form the backdrop to Desia's 2006 Man Booker prize winning novel, with the riots in the 1980's resulting from agitation by the Gorkha National Liberation Front forming a centre piece for the story. It's strength lies in its portrayal of life in a post colonial India town, which is home to a number of nationalities and conscious of its history as a crossroads for Tibetan refugees and Chinese incursions. It's weakness lies in a sort of cut and paste structure that does not serve well its central story line which does not come across as strongly as it might have done.

The inheritance of loss is a loss of identity and the themes running through this novel are of individuals struggling to come to terms with displacement of one sort or another. A retired Indian judge who has never recovered from his education in England and the resulting alienation he feels when returning to India is set against the story of his cook's son who is desperately trying to make his way as an illegal immigrant in the United States of America. The colourful elderly residents around Kalimpong; Noni and Lola, Uncle Potty and father Booty are foreigners in a country they have made their home and there is a sense of them clinging onto a life that threatens to be swept away by the Nationalists movement. These people are out of place and out of time, but their situation is in some respects similar to the younger generation; Sai the judges granddaughter and her boyfriend Gyan who being Nepalese is caught up in a struggle that he barely understands and of course Biju the cook's son trying to figure out just what he is doing in the USA.

Desai places the reader convincingly in the crumbling houses and crumbling lives of the community in Kalimpong. The hill station with it's beautiful flora and breath taking views of the Himalayas is contrasted with downtown scruffiness and abject poverty on its outskirts. Her characters are well drawn, but she laughs at them perhaps a little too cruelly at times, these are people that deserve our sympathy a little more than Desai allows us to have for them. I get the feeling she is looking down on her characters rather than looking through them and her superior attitude grates on me a little. Desai is not above having a swipe at other authors writing about India; V S Naipaul for instance and those English writers whose impressions "did not correspond with the truth."

Taking everything into consideration I think Desai's novel is a success, because of her characterisation and her insight into her themes of alienation in a post colonial world. She writes well enough sprinkling her text with Indian and Anglo-Indian expressions that lend it all some authenticity. However I am not entirely convinced with the novel's structure, the continual breaking up of the text into short sections within a chapter makes that cut and paste feeling all too apparent, there are bits pasted in that might have been better to leave out. In my opinion the novel lacks a heart and so I would rate it at 3.5 stars.
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LibraryThing member msbaba
Inheritance of Loss, by Kiran Desai, is less of a novel with a single coherent plot than it is a fascinating accumulation of interlocking stories with common themes. Together, they passionately illuminate the author’s contemporary worldview. Overall, the novel is a stunning, powerful, and beautiful work of fiction—well deserving of its 2006 Booker Prize. What stands out most is the high quality of its prose, but the many major and minor characters are also brilliantly imagined and created—their stories, plights, and lives will not only remain on your mind for a long time after the close of the novel, but they may also significantly influence the way you view many complex contemporary world issues…of course, this is exactly what the author wants.

At its core, this is a political book—a novel that rails against contemporary worldwide issues of economic, racial, class, and social injustice. The central thematic focus concerns the immense personal pain and emotional debt that comes as a result of leaving one country and culture with dreams of making a better life in another country. The book makes it clear that these global migrations are achieved at enormous personal loss—this is the inheritance of loss of the book’s title. As you read this novel and its litany of stories and vignettes demonstrating widespread social injustice, keep asking yourself: Who pays the price? Ultimately, of course, we all do.

The stories take place predominantly in two locations: the Himalayan village of Kalimpong in India's northeastern corner, and New York City. Although the culture of these two worlds seem light years apart, the author makes is clear that the same issues of economic, racial, class, and social injustice are mirrored in each. The problems she highlights are inherently human, not cultural. To deal with them, we must all be better humans.

This is a book about immigrants (legal or illegal), class discrimination, prejudice, dislocation, isolation, globalization, human decency, and human equality. The novel is full of satire, irony, and contrast. In the end, the book leaves the reader with the impression that the author attempted more themes and stories than she could adequately fit into one novel. According to an interview with the author in The Hindu (Chennai, India, Oct 12, 2006, page 1), the originally manuscript for the book was more than 1,500 pages. Desai admits she had an extremely difficult time paring it down to its existing size. Obviously, much had to be eliminated.

Many reviewers have called this a wise novel, but I hesitate. I find the author’s worldview on these issues a bit too one-sidedly negative for my tastes. With the exception of one minor character, Saeed, the Zanzibar native living as an illegal immigrant in New York City, there are no other immigrant stories with a positive tone and outcome. Obviously, Saeed succeeds primarily because of his ebullient and optimistic personality. The truth is that most immigrants leave home never considering how much they will change and must change in order to adapt to their new environments. Yes, many are permanently scarred by the process and challenge. Yet there are others who, despite the loss of innocence, succeed admirably while at the same time learning to accept and embrace their new identities. Often these successful immigrants become a progressive blend of two cultures. Like Saeed, they approach life with cheer despite their trials.

Despite these small grips, I enjoyed the book immensely, and recommend it highly.
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LibraryThing member mrstreme
It’s hard to review The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai. Overall, it was a good story – not spectacular but not horrible. It certainly appealed to the critics, but for an average reader like me, I was slightly disappointed with parts of this award-winning novel.

The Inheritance of Loss was the story of a judge living with his granddaughter, Sai, at the foothills of the Himalayan mountains. The judge was cold-hearted and demanding, and Sai found more fatherly comfort for their cook. The cook told her stories of grandeur from the judge’s past life (as well as his own). The cook dreamed of the day when his son, Biju, settles successfully into New York City so the cook could live with him. Interwoven with this story were commentaries on colonialism, Indian culture (particularly their caste system), immigration and nationalism.

Where The Inheritance of Loss excelled was in the illumination of Indian culture and the treatment of Indian immigrants in the U.S. I learned tremendously about both themes from this book. I often interact with Indians at work, and I discovered a newfound appreciation for their culture and how hard it is to acculturate into my country.

However, there were parts in this novel that just dragged for me. Perhaps the plot and character development were too subtle for my reading taste. In areas where the story didn’t seem to advance, I found myself skipping pages. I don’t think I missed much by doing so either.

I believe that The Inheritance of Loss is one of those books people either gush over or shrug at. I enjoyed Desai’s writing style, her humor and her subtle touches, and I would read another novel by her. I would recommend this novel to fans of Booker Prize winners with one piece of advice: bring your patience when you read this novel.… (more)
LibraryThing member kambrogi
This Booker Prize winner is an excellent take on the destructive effects of colonialism, showing how early cultural destruction continues to warp the lives of later generations. I found the writing beautiful, and the story touching, but I never connected with most of the characters on a personal level. If I had, it would have been heartbreaking.… (more)
LibraryThing member gefox
Group portrait of the futility of both defiance and resignation by weak characters in a powerful turmoil. Modestly pensioned outsiders -- Gujaratis and other Indians and an elderly Swiss priest -- have been enjoying the privileges affordable only because of their neighbors' poverty in Nepali country around Darjeeling, and are baffled and overwhelmed by the wild boys in the violent 1986 rising of the Ghorka National Liberation Front. Retired judge Jamu Patel, furious against himself and thus the world because of his own timidity, is especially odious, fascinating and dismayingly believable, a weak man so deeply colonized psychologically that he hates his own dark skin-color and anything that reminds him of his Indianness, having scorned his parents and abused his wife and now his long-time cook, and not daring to show any generosity toward his orphaned teen-age granddaughter Sai. The most carefully portrayed characters include the judge's long-suffering (and unnamed) cook, whose greatest devotion is to his son Biju, and Biju himself struggling -- futilely -- to gather savings as an illegal immigrant kitchen worker in cheap New York restaurants; Gyan, Sai's young Nepalese tutor and suitor, who betrays her under pressure from his young Nepalese buddies and then tries to persuade himself that his cowardly actions were really heroic, Uncle Potty the well-read alcoholic and his Swiss priest chum, and a couple of sweet, ineffectual Indian ladies who would much rather be British. In the end, all these characters lose property and/or pride, and only the loving relationship of the cook and his son give a glimpse of better possibilities. Winner, Man Booker Prize, 2006.… (more)
LibraryThing member thebooky
I can see how her style of writing won her the Booker Prize; however, not sure if I am ever going to finish this book, as it just hasn't engaged me and I am half way through. Do I just hang it up and start something else? I am curious to see what will happen to the characters in the end but don't know if I have the patience.
LibraryThing member setnahkt
I’m puzzled by blurbs that describe this book as humorous, comedic, and joyful; I found it pretty depressing. I can’t say too much less spoilers, but it’s overlapping stories of Indians in India and in the United States. The characters all seem utterly helpless in the face of malign forces out of their control, ranging from government bureaucracy to political insurrection. I should clarify; it’s definitely a good book, insightful and worth reading, but if you’re looking for something light and cheerful look elsewhere.… (more)
LibraryThing member Cecilturtle
What charms the reader is the language. Original, poetic, warm, it creates a precise, quaint and colorful scenery full of scents and sensations. It also does a powerful job of violent and grotesque scenes full of shame and humiliation. It finally completely buries the plot and estranges the characters. Nothing really happens in this book, the characters don't change and the small nuances fall flat. One reads this novel for its aesthetics but not its enlightenment.… (more)
LibraryThing member Periodista
My reaction as well to The Inheritance of Loss: WTF? And I couldn't get through it. [This was in response to others that mentioned this novel as one that they couldn't finish.]

Get this, I was in West Bengal--Darjeeling and surrounding areas--when that book won a big prize. I guess it was the Booker. The book is supposed to take place in Kalimpong, I think--but near enough. We're talking Nepali hill and mountain country.

So borrowed it when I got home. I think familiarity with that area, or even India in general, makes for a more tiresome reading experience. This area had a longtime separatist insurgency (but I repeat myself, this is northeast India) in the 1970's, but you can sense the lingering effects. Oh, also, this isn't an area that has felt much effect yet of take-off economy elsewhere in the country. So, physically, it wouldn't have changed much. Still a lot of poverty. Middle-class people still don't have refrigerators, etc.

So I kept hoping that it would get to the insurgency--how does it feel to know that people around you are secretly fighters? How do you live with this low-level fear all the time? The servant with the son in the U.S. seemed to ring true (except when does this take place? It isn't the 1990's yet?). Overall, the style seemed very old, very tired, too much in debt to the gentility of a much older, more timid generation.

Indians are very literary, so there was due diligence given to the award and Desai in the press, but I didn't see an actual review anywhere. The book was in the bookstore much frequented by (mostly) Indian tourists in Darjeeling but none of my acquaintances in Darjeeling seem charged to read it. For sure, the Bangladeshi guy winning the Nobel was a much bigger deal in West Bengal.

I've got to confess that I rarely read contemporary novels by any English or Scottish writers, unless the author is a product of the colonial backwash like Rushdie or Naipaul. I know this is also true of well-read Asians; they're more likely to read Latino authors in translations and of course estadounidenses.

So I take it that the judges of prizes like this (I think the Booker only goes to "Commonwealth" countries, which leaves out the U.S. and some other former colonies) are really striving to go after the former colonials, to be more inclusive, to pick up a modern, cosmopolitan buzz: "We're more universal than you think! This is kinda sorta one of our own." Of course that's why the great Amitav Ghosh turned down ...if not this award, some other "Commonwealth" thing. Makes me wonder if there are a lot of other similar authors that say, "Please, count me out. Don't nominate me."
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LibraryThing member Griff
A recent Man Booker Award winner, Kiran Desai's Inheritance of Loss offers a powerful view of the impact of what happens when different societies, histories and traditions are thrown toward each other, whether through the lens of Britain's colonial rule in India (and subsequent consequences) or an Indian illegal immigrant's experience in New York City. She beautifully brings together a variety of perspectives through the stories of a few individuals, all of whom share much fewer than six degrees of separation.

In many ways, it offers emotionally devastating events told with grace and beauty. Loss abounds: country, colonial ways, wealth, status, family, love, pride, dignity…and the list goes on. Even when something is potentially gained, the resultant loss is seemingly at least its equal.

"The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind…"

The Inheritance of Loss is filled with rich descriptions of the landscape, both majestic and squalid. There are also rich descriptions of events that shape characters, as well as their all too real struggles to understand, cope, survive, and move forward.

There is sadness present throughout, but, just as in life, there are small rays of hope and redemption that manage to ultimately surface.

"The five peaks of Kanchenjunga turned golden with the kind of luminous light that made you feel, if briefly, that truth was apparent."

I recommend this book highly.
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LibraryThing member 1morechapter
While this book has garnered much critical acclaim, I found it very difficult to complete. It took me over two months to get through it. Once I put it down, I just wasn't compelled to pick it up again. It sort of felt like a school assignment. Luckily, the last 1/3 of the book went by much faster than the first 2/3. Before reading, I would highly recommend doing a little research if you are ignorant (like I was) of Indian culture or history. One link that shed a little light on the subject for me was here.

There are two settings for the book--America and Kalimpong. Sai lives with her grandfather, a former judge, at the foothills of the Himalayas. She falls in love with Gyan, her tutor, who is sympathetic to the Gorkha National Liberation Front (GNLF). The clash of ideals between the Indians who want change and those who wish to retain aspects of British colonialism is one of the two main conflicts in the novel.

The other conflict is that of the Indians who emigrate to the United States and the conditions of their lives once they live there. Biju, who is the son of the Judge's cook, is one of the lucky few who get a visa to go to America. But once he is there, is he really better off? The novel asks the question -- how much does each person care about their individual culture, nationality, and family. What does our "inheritance" mean to us?

While I appreciate these themes and do think the writing was brilliant at times, I wouldn't recommend this book for most readers.
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LibraryThing member petterw
The Inheritance of Loss is a brilliant novel, incredibly well crafted, tactile - you can almost smell and taste what she is writing - with unusual and believable environments and characters. Its only real drawback is that it is a tad TOO unusual, a bit like a Japanese movie you respect but don't get attached to because it is hard to have empathy with everything you read.
The three main characters are brilliantly painted. The judge without hope, with the saddest life in the history of literature. The cook and 17-year old Saj are characters we get attached to and who render some sense of hope for the reader and make us believe that loss does not have to be inherited.
The novel is highly recommended particularily if you want to learn more about fascinating India and of Indians, but also if you want to read a book to be put down in awe of the author's language and of her great storytelling skills.
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LibraryThing member SelimaCat

Pros: Not many novels use political struggles in India as a backdrop, and the history (something I didn't know) was fascinating. Characters were rich and varied and there were small, personal moments that brought each character into development.

Cons: Each page seemed filled with a tension that never came to a head. I found this uncomfortable to read because I kept expecting worse things to happen than ever did. Also, while each character's life was threaded with loss,and we got a few brief glimpses into how that drove each character, there was no growth or change from the book's beginning. .… (more)
LibraryThing member vegetrendian
The winner of this year’s prestigious (and my favourite) Booker prize is the second novel from second-generation author Kiran Desai. Her mother, Anita, was shortlisted three times and never won. Kiran herself, the youngest author to win the coveted prize, said that the prize did not mean much to her (this was all before she won, I haven’t heard anything since) and that she felt the prize was too colonialistic because it is offered only to writers from the UK and the commonwealth. But all that aside, she won. I won’t dispute the decision, hers is in fact the only one from the shortlist (which was packed with mainly lesser known authors and titles) that I have had the chance to read. I would like to preface my review by saying that I love Indian novels. I have read quite a few, and had a chance to spend six months in India myself, so when you read down (if you bother) and discover that I didn’t much care for this book, know that I am comparing it to other books that explore similar themes, and exist in a similar time and/or place. This book simply isn’t as good as “The God of Small Things”, or “A Fine Balance”, “Midnight’s Children”, or “A Suitable Boy”. Granted all of these books are excellent (two other booker winners among them) and it may not be a fair comparison, but I just did not find the book to be particularly compelling.
The characters are real, and full, they exist with decided truth, but I found their portraits to be slim. We learned very little about them, and I for one did not have an urge to find out that much more. Apparently the book was trimmed down to its reasonable three hundred or so pages from something closer to fifteen hundred. It was also shopped around for quite sometime before finding a publisher, which is surprising considering the success of her first novel (“Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard”). This made sense to me when I heard it. It feels as if there is a big sweeping novel in there. I didn’t place this before I had heard of its extensive editing, but it feels as if it was pared down. There aren’t any scenes missing, it still flows coherently and smoothly, but there is more to these characters which needed to be explored. There are many characters in the book, and most of them are given equal weight. The book does not manage to create a central character and develop her; instead all of the background characters are known to us just as well. In a larger novel this would mean that we would know the secondary characters extremely well, in this book it means we don’t know much at all about our protagonist.
This is not to say that this is a bad book. It is a good solid read. The time and place (or times and places more accurately) are evoked nicely, the characters do feel real and their decisions natural (if difficult); we just don’t get enough of them. The writing is strong, and I can see that she has enormous potential as a writer. But to me in the end, this book did not deliver on all of its abundant promise. Perhaps one day we will see the full manuscript that she originally wrote, and we can enjoy a full picture of the characters, but for now all we have is a limited vision of an interesting world that she has conceived.

If you liked this you might like…./ If you liked… you might like this

“A Suitable Boy” by Vikram Seth

“The God of Small Things” by Arundhati Roy

“A Fine Balance” by Rohinton Mistry
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LibraryThing member mbergman
This winner of the Booker Prize, a rare award that's usually a good guide for me, and almost universally well reviewed, I found disappointing: good, perceptive writing, but really just a compilation of scenes so short & so discontinuous that it's hard to maintain a connection with the characters & to the story, such as it is, so I gave it up 1/3 of the way through.… (more)
LibraryThing member jemmini
What has the modern novel come to? This book won the Man Booker (2006), why? The prose is stilting and there are very few descriptive passages. The characterisations are poor and I did not get to know any of the characters. Furthermore I did not care.
It seems to me that the author cannot sustain any length and line as most of the book is broken up into short fragments with very few lengthy descriptive passages. This leads to a disturbing, incoherent read.
My advice is: do not read this book unless there is absolutely nothing else to read. I found it most disappointing.
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LibraryThing member bertonek
A slow read. Character development unsatisfying. Many small glimpses of many people's lives, but not enough to make the reader care about any of them.
LibraryThing member bibliobibuli
Cho Oyu, a crumbling old house in the foothills of the Himalayas is home to the main characters of Kiran Desai's Booker shortlisted The Inheritance of Loss.

Sai is bundled off to convent boarding school when her parents leave India to take part in the Soviet space programme, and is orphaned when they meet an untimely death under the wheels of a Moscow bus. The only relative she has left is her grandfather, Jemubhai. The former judge has totally withdrawn from life, investing all his emotional energy in his dog, Mutt. Sai’s presence in the house serves to break down the barriers the sour old man has built up against weight of deeply shaming memories.

The judge’s cook, a poor man grown old before his time, becomes the closest thing to family that Sai has. Yet he too nurses an anguish – his son Biju has left for America in the hope of a better life, and all that binds them is a fragile chain of letters.

Sai is hungry for tenderness and falls in love with her physics tutor Gyan, a young Nepalese boy, but when the two find themselves on opposite sides of a bitter racial conflict the reader is kept wondering whether they will be able to summon enough maturity to weather their differences. The situation is made more complicated when a rag-tag band of Gorka National Liberation Front guerillas come to the house to look for the judge’s old hunting rifles, and it is clear that Sai and her grandfather have been betrayed.

The Inheritance of Loss dips backwards and forwards in time, combines several different narrative threads and moves between three continents. It’s a very ambitious novel. Nevertheless, Desai manages to steer it away from being overly complex and bitty by providing a strong thematic link between the various subplots.

The novel explores the Indian obsession with the move overseas in the hope of a better life elsewhere, and the uneasy compromises it forces. Desai chronicles two journeys abroad which cleverly echo each other.

Jemubhai lies awake remembering how he was packed off to Cambridge just before the second world war and cast off his Indianess to become an English gentleman, finding himself caught between two worlds and fully accepted by neither.

Biju, the cook’s son becomes part of an ever shifting army of illegal workers moving from one underpaid restaurant job to another in kitchens which are a microcosm of the third world. He finds himself seeking “a clarity of principle” as he observes the uneasy relationship others have with their Indian roots and finding their place in a foreign country.

It is impossible not to feel deeply for the characters and there is a deep vein of melancholy running through the novel, although the book ends on a note of cautious optimism. Sadness too is counterbalanced by a wealth of comic detail and by some of the most delightfully exuberant and playful writing I’ve come across recently.
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LibraryThing member tobiejonzarelli
I just finished The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai and it was well worth the read. The book takes place in India at the foot of the Himalayas in the mid 1980's, and it exposes the startling contrast between the daily lives of a post colonial people and the expectations that in the USA or England a better life awaits. Kiran Desai paints a picture that is both painful to read, yet worth the comprehension. This Booker Prize winning novel awesome!… (more)
LibraryThing member BenjaminHahn
Not a bad read, although is was overall more sad than anything. Desai's writing style was engaging and kept me interested. The novel is mainly set in Kolimpang, India near Darjeeling which was new to me so it inspired me to do a bit of online info browsing. I am glad I did because it gave me a sense of how truly beautiful the area appears. The rest of the book is set in rural England or New York City. One of the major themes addressed is the complexities of immigration and identity in one's adopted land. There are interesting comparisons made between Bengalese immigrants in New York and Nepalese immigrants in Bengal. Desai throws in some quick but scathing scenes regarding tourists in Darjeeling which made me more introspective than any other part in the book. As far as "loss" and its inheritance goes, there is quite a bit. At first I thought the dog bit was a little cheap, because I am sucker for dogs, but she tied it in appropriately with the rest of the themes of the book.

Lastly, and I personally don't feel that this has anything to do with the merits of Desai's writing, but I found it somewhat strange that some current residents of Kalimpong resent the way that Desai represented the Nepalese population in the book. I didn't really get a sense that there were any negative aspects laid on Nepalese people as a whole anywhere in the story. If anything I thought the grandfather was the most despicable character and in a sense he represented mainly opposite themes than the Nepalese. Perhaps someday I will visit myself and gain some insight, and I will try not to do some of the degrading things the tourists do in Desai's novel.
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LibraryThing member louisville
In a crumbling, isolated house at the foot of Mount Kanchenjunga in the Himalayas lives an embittered judge who wants only to retire in peace, when his orphaned granddaughter, Sai, arrives on his doorstep. The judge’s cook watches over her distractedly, for his thoughts are often on his son, Biju, who is in New York working in one gritty restaurant after another. Kiran Desai’s brilliant novel, published to huge acclaim, is a story of joy and despair. Her characters face numerous choices that majestically illuminate the consequences of colonialism as it collides with the modern world.… (more)
LibraryThing member osanova
probably one of the saddest books i've ever read. a portrait of a fading world. all the characters are so thoroughly lost and miserable, yet so vivid you start to sympathize with them; the language is so beautiful and clear that you can't stop reading even when you feel you've had just about enough pain and suffering you can't relate to. though personally i, being russian, can relate, in a way, also being from a country with a fading culture and a damaged heart.

another thing that captivated me is that there are no 'good' or 'bad' characters in the book. it's a collection of psychological portraits. beautifully written.
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LibraryThing member Miss-Owl
This book came to me with a number of very varied reviews, so I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Set in the misty north-eastern Himalayas, with a romantically crumbling old worlde feel, the growing Neaplese insurgency comes to disturb and overturn the lives of Judge JP Patel, his granddaughter Sai Mistry and their small circle of friends.

Initially tangibly beautiful - "The caress of the mist through her hair seemed human, and when she held her fingers out, the vapour took them gently into its mouth" - feelgood novel this isn't, but an intriguing and, at times, captivating read all the same. I think what I liked best were the characterisations - each character rang true to me, from Sai with her naive, tenative first-love irrationalities; to Biju, with the claustrophobic pressure of family and nation able to leap across continents and grab him by the throat even as he lies, trying to snatch some sleep lying on the tables of the restaurants in which he works; to the Judge, with his cantankerous old and scabbery memories. I was a little less convinced by Gyan's sudden transitions, in love as well as in war, and some of the writing - cumulation appearing to be a favourite technique - but Desai's evocation of the voices, the liminal dangers and the mundane realities of life under political instability was a suitably poignant compensation.
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