It may be my Indian ethnicity that initially prevented me from reading this, but it may also be the very reason I did. As an NRI (non resident Indian), I come from a fairly privileged place, knowing little of the hardships women face from family and society. I can relate to the patriarchial family structure, but not to the inherent suffering each of the women in this book faced. It's jarring to understand how they broke (or still breaking, really) from the chains of family and social enslavement.
Unlike most biographical or feminist texts that I've come across (not many, mind you), I feel like this one was unique, basically an English representative of the collective voices of 7 poor oppressed women. Actually, they are no longer so oppressed anymore, with their work as fieldworkers in a grassroots feminist organization. The stories of each woman is reorganized and compiled into topics that remind us that misery comes in so many different forms.
The unfortunate thing about this text was the numerous voices and stories that blend together to a point that it confuses readers about the lives of the individual women. I wanted to relate more with these women, but the objective voice removed our ability to make a closer connection with these women. Instead, we are only privy to vignettes of their personal tragedies.
Overall, I enjoyed this text more than I expected. The beginning is boring, but it gets better, until it again loses momentum at the end, where every argument either sounds petty or redundant.