Crowfall, Shanta Gokhale’s own translation of her award winning novel Tya Varshi (त्या वर्शी) is an extraordinary piece of writing ...a meditation on art, music, modernism, religion and religious fundamentalism, and ultimately on the state of modern India. Set in Mumbai in the early 2000’s, the novel follows the lives of a group of friends - a teacher, three artists, an Indian classical musician, a journalist , and their families - as they face, alone and collectively, the challenges posed by a society profoundly in flux and families polarized by the tensions between traditional and progressive values. Anima, a teacher, burns the diaries she kept after the death of her husband, Siddharth. Sharada, a Classical Hindustani vocalist, sings a raga at an inappropriate time of day. And Ashesh, Animas brother and a painter - embarks upon a series of canvases which explore the significance of the color black. As in The Empty Room by Pakistani author Sadia Abbas, art is the lens through which these changes are viewed. But unlike the (overly) rich prose and excessive use of metaphors in Abbas’ writing, Gokhale’s work is restrained, spare, and elegant. There is sensuality here, in abundance, but her prose is minimalist and all the more beautiful for being so. Gokhale’s translation seems effortless. This is a deeply Indian novel, one which references a variety of artistic traditions ( from Worli adivasi painting to Mughal miniatures, Raja Ravi Varma’s work, and contemporary Indian artists such as Jamini Roy and Tyab Mehta) and classical literature from the Mahabharata to the Ramayana and lyric poetry from Hindi, Marathi, and Urdu traditions. The musical references also assume at least a rudimentary familiarity with classical Indian music , its Ragas, and its styles such as Khayal, Thumri, and Dhrupad. However non-Indian readers can easily catch up thanks to Wikipedia.
The novels title comes from a scene which transpires early on where two protagonists watch as crows start suddenly falling out of the sky, dead, into their apartment courtyard. They learn the crows are being shot by the watchman. Crows in Indian culture represent messengers between humans and their ancestors and gods. They are speakers of truth. Their death suggests a loss of continuity between modern Indian society and its traditions of plurality and tolerance as well as they say truth itself is manipulated by politicians and the Hindu fundamentalists who are currently ascendant in India.
Mumbai itself figures as a character in this novel. Spanning the posh galleries of South Mumbai to its communities like Dadar, Shivaji Park, and Mahalakshmi, it portrays India’s wealthiest cities manny faces.
In the end however - while encompassing a plethora of themes around art, religion, society, adivasi tribal rights, and politics - I was drawn deeply to the humanism of the main characters of the novel who struggle and succeed against the odds in nurturing their hopes, dreams, and values. In their circle of friendship and love, it is suggested, lies the hope for our resilience and perseverance. 5 stars.