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The First House
From the Booker Prize-shortlisted author of Burnt Sugar comes a gripping psychodrama of unravelling and rebirth – for readers of Katie Kitamura, Deborah Levy, Gwendoline Riley and Elena Ferrante
‘I married my husband to live in a fairy tale. I imagined us like planets orbiting the sun or gods enacting their myths. Marriage was a solution and I wanted to be dissolved.’
A woman’s husband walks into their bedroom one evening and tells her that he wants a divorce. She is stunned. They have always had a happy marriage, an almost perfect marriage. In the following days, marooned with two young daughters in a hostile suburb, the woman starts coming apart.
As she sifts through the ruins of their shared life, she begins to notice the warning signs which she chose not to see the first time around. She wanders deep into the forest of her own mind, where marital memories intermingle with myths of headless women and vengeful goddesses, messages hidden in the constellations, glimpses of a natural world seething and alive with portents. Over the course of a single summer, as the cicadas that have been buried in the ground for seventeen years prepare to emerge and fill the air with a plague of ecstatic transformation, the woman too is splitting, liquifying and reforming, stretching her new antennae toward the light.
This is a novel about unhappy families – about poison seeping through the domestic space, the bloody battlefield of the home, the enduring threat posed by those closest to us. Stiletto-sharp and darkly hypnotic, it is a gripping psychodrama of unravelling and rebirth.
‘I married my husband to live in a fairy tale. I imagined us like planets orbiting the sun or gods enacting their myths. Marriage was a solution and I wanted to be dissolved.’
A woman’s husband walks into their bedroom one evening and tells her that he wants a divorce. She is stunned. They have always had a happy marriage, an almost perfect marriage. In the following days, marooned with two young daughters in a hostile suburb, the woman starts coming apart.
As she sifts through the ruins of their shared life, she begins to notice the warning signs which she chose not to see the first time around. She wanders deep into the forest of her own mind, where marital memories intermingle with myths of headless women and vengeful goddesses, messages hidden in the constellations, glimpses of a natural world seething and alive with portents. Over the course of a single summer, as the cicadas that have been buried in the ground for seventeen years prepare to emerge and fill the air with a plague of ecstatic transformation, the woman too is splitting, liquifying and reforming, stretching her new antennae toward the light.
This is a novel about unhappy families – about poison seeping through the domestic space, the bloody battlefield of the home, the enduring threat posed by those closest to us. Stiletto-sharp and darkly hypnotic, it is a gripping psychodrama of unravelling and rebirth.
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226 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 16, 2026
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July 11, 2026
I have to admit I was a bit annoyed at how dependent on everyone-both emotionally and financially- the main character was. Of course one has to choose what kind of life is right for them, but it felt almost old fashioned to rely so much on one’s husband and family. Luckily it changed as the novel progressed and I did like how it eventually evolves. It was well written, but in the end not a totally satisfactory read.
Thank you Penguin UK and Netgalley UK for the ARC
Thank you Penguin UK and Netgalley UK for the ARC
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July 22, 2026I definitely did not like the husband! From the beginning, he is a shifty, secretive character. How do you announce out of the blue that you are leaving a marriage of thirteen years, and simply walk off? There is no conversation or transition; it is an abrupt end. What follows is the emotional aftermath of a marriage that's crumbled, told through the POV of an Indian-American writer (the wife)—how the children automatically become the mother's responsibility and how quickly the man moves on, the disorienting situation of living in the same house which saw your marriage blossoming and dying, the tricky parts about financial matters and the horrifying reality of not being financially independent, the disagreements in parenting styles that now have to be conveyed to a person who has walked out of your lives. Life isn't easy because even when you are breaking down, you have kids to feed and groceries to buy with a credit card that keeps being declined.
I enjoyed the disintegration of marriage and the confusion of identity between self and being a wife and mother for so long. I also enjoyed the inevitable phase of the truth (which our protagonist tries to keep private) getting out, how family gets involved, how judgements are passed and more. It was good to explore how her mother and estranged elder sister are also in their own cages while giving advice.
But this is also where the novel falters. When too many relationships are introduced but there isn't enough time to understand or feel deeply for all of them. I would've loved to read more about her relationship with her sister, who in a typical elder sister fashion gives too much advice and crosses boundaries. But often, the protagonist herself was so unlikeable or behaving unreasonably that I was left without picking a side.
There are symbolisms in the novel, some of which landed for me (like the cat who comes in and out of their lives) and some didn't. Their neighbor has a statue of goddess Diana and there are some conversations and information-sharing around that. I was not able to appreciate the impact of it in the novel. While the astrology angle was interesting, the belief in the curse of water being a cause of death in the family (and overcoming the fear) felt lukewarm even though it makes an appearance several times.
Avni Doshi is definitely a good writer. And I believe she loves exploring the complexities of relationships. The First House is a good pick if you are looking for a book that dissects marriage and individuality in the Indian-American family system. My favorite by Doshi remains Burnt Sugar/The Girl in White Cotton about a toxic mother-daughter relationship.
Thank you to the publisher for an ARC. All opinions are my own.
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I enjoyed the disintegration of marriage and the confusion of identity between self and being a wife and mother for so long. I also enjoyed the inevitable phase of the truth (which our protagonist tries to keep private) getting out, how family gets involved, how judgements are passed and more. It was good to explore how her mother and estranged elder sister are also in their own cages while giving advice.
But this is also where the novel falters. When too many relationships are introduced but there isn't enough time to understand or feel deeply for all of them. I would've loved to read more about her relationship with her sister, who in a typical elder sister fashion gives too much advice and crosses boundaries. But often, the protagonist herself was so unlikeable or behaving unreasonably that I was left without picking a side.
There are symbolisms in the novel, some of which landed for me (like the cat who comes in and out of their lives) and some didn't. Their neighbor has a statue of goddess Diana and there are some conversations and information-sharing around that. I was not able to appreciate the impact of it in the novel. While the astrology angle was interesting, the belief in the curse of water being a cause of death in the family (and overcoming the fear) felt lukewarm even though it makes an appearance several times.
Avni Doshi is definitely a good writer. And I believe she loves exploring the complexities of relationships. The First House is a good pick if you are looking for a book that dissects marriage and individuality in the Indian-American family system. My favorite by Doshi remains Burnt Sugar/The Girl in White Cotton about a toxic mother-daughter relationship.
Thank you to the publisher for an ARC. All opinions are my own.
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June 30, 2026
*Advanced Reader copy from Penguin* This was interesting! I followed along quite well at the start but the random astrology threw me a little. I didn’t see how it fit into the plot and kind of drew me away from the story. Overall very unique and good book if you’re in the right head space.
July 26, 2026
”When my husband comes into the bedroom we have shared for thirteen years and tells me he doesn’t want to be married any more, I reach for my neck. My head is missing. My husband has cut it off surreptitiously. The air in the room thins as he fills it with justifications, all the ways he is unhappy, the reasons why we should not stay together. I tell him to stop, stop talking, can’t he see that I can no longer breathe?”
3.5 ⭐️ | The First House is less a story about divorce than it is about what happens after the life you built suddenly stops feeling like your own, stops being the only life you recognize and understand, the feeling of having the rug ripped out from under you with what feels like zero warning. From its unforgettable opening line(s), Avni Doshi immediately drops readers into the disorienting aftermath of a marriage ending, and the novel spends its time examining grief, identity, motherhood, and the ways women can lose themselves inside the roles they’re expected or forced to play.
”What I had believed to be indestructible was gone. The way I had engaged with the world was no longer possible. The children came into the room, already in their pyjamas, and caught me talking to myself. They couldn't understand that I was meeting myself as someone new.”
Doshi’s writing is undoubtedly the highlight. Her prose is elegant, sharp, and deeply observant, capturing the strange rhythm of everyday life after a major loss. The novel excels at portraying the emotional labor placed on women, the financial and psychological uncertainty that follows separation, and the complicated dynamics of family that resurface when everything begins to unravel. I also appreciated the recurring symbolism and the way mythology, astrology, and inherited fears were woven throughout the story without overshadowing the emotional center of the novel.
Where the book lost me was in its emotional distance. While I admired the narrator’s introspection, I never felt fully connected to her or many of the supporting relationships. Maybe it’s because this book is the antithesis of my current lived experience, but the shifts between present and past felt abrupt, making it difficult to stay grounded in the narrative, and a few story threads (particularly involving her family) felt underdeveloped compared to the attention given to her marriage. I kept wanting just a little more depth to make the emotional payoff hit harder in the end.
This is a quiet, contemplative novel that prioritizes character over plot, so readers looking for something more fast paced or full of dramatic twists may find it too restrained. But if you enjoy literary fiction that carefully dissects marriage, motherhood, identity, and the complicated process of rebuilding yourself after heartbreak, The First House offers plenty to reflect on. It didn’t completely captivate me, but I admired its intelligence, beautiful writing, and honest portrayal of starting over when the future suddenly looks nothing like you imagined.
A big thank you to NetGalley and Simon & Schuster | S&S/Summit Books for this eARC!
3.5 ⭐️ | The First House is less a story about divorce than it is about what happens after the life you built suddenly stops feeling like your own, stops being the only life you recognize and understand, the feeling of having the rug ripped out from under you with what feels like zero warning. From its unforgettable opening line(s), Avni Doshi immediately drops readers into the disorienting aftermath of a marriage ending, and the novel spends its time examining grief, identity, motherhood, and the ways women can lose themselves inside the roles they’re expected or forced to play.
”What I had believed to be indestructible was gone. The way I had engaged with the world was no longer possible. The children came into the room, already in their pyjamas, and caught me talking to myself. They couldn't understand that I was meeting myself as someone new.”
Doshi’s writing is undoubtedly the highlight. Her prose is elegant, sharp, and deeply observant, capturing the strange rhythm of everyday life after a major loss. The novel excels at portraying the emotional labor placed on women, the financial and psychological uncertainty that follows separation, and the complicated dynamics of family that resurface when everything begins to unravel. I also appreciated the recurring symbolism and the way mythology, astrology, and inherited fears were woven throughout the story without overshadowing the emotional center of the novel.
Where the book lost me was in its emotional distance. While I admired the narrator’s introspection, I never felt fully connected to her or many of the supporting relationships. Maybe it’s because this book is the antithesis of my current lived experience, but the shifts between present and past felt abrupt, making it difficult to stay grounded in the narrative, and a few story threads (particularly involving her family) felt underdeveloped compared to the attention given to her marriage. I kept wanting just a little more depth to make the emotional payoff hit harder in the end.
This is a quiet, contemplative novel that prioritizes character over plot, so readers looking for something more fast paced or full of dramatic twists may find it too restrained. But if you enjoy literary fiction that carefully dissects marriage, motherhood, identity, and the complicated process of rebuilding yourself after heartbreak, The First House offers plenty to reflect on. It didn’t completely captivate me, but I admired its intelligence, beautiful writing, and honest portrayal of starting over when the future suddenly looks nothing like you imagined.
A big thank you to NetGalley and Simon & Schuster | S&S/Summit Books for this eARC!
July 30, 2026
The First House does to marriage what Avni Doshi's Booker shortlisted Burnt Sugar did to motherhood. She strips the relationship down to its core until there's nowhere left to hide. This is her second novel, and it's about what's left of a woman once the frame around her life quietly disappears.
The premise is quite simple: a woman believes that her marriage is safe, if not perfect and then her husband walks into their bedroom one fine day and tells her he doesn't want to be married anymore. What follows isn't really a breakup story so much as everything that comes loose once the marriage does. Doshi keeps circling back through the relationship, testing old moments for signs the narrator might have missed, and the effect is that of a woman slowly re-examining her own memory and finding her judgement unreliable.
What really took me aback was how unflinching Doshi is with her narrator. She isn't written to be liked, she's sharp and occasionally unkind, yet that honesty is exactly what makes the book so hard to put down. Doshi doesn't let anyone off easy here, least of all her own protagonist, and there's real courage in writing a woman this unvarnished. What I hated most about the book was the character of the husband, how detesting his behavior is and how easily he has the power to snap out of a marriage, abandoning his kids, while the narrator has to stick through the pretention of being normal for the sake of the children.
There's a whole family orbiting the marriage, too, the narrator's parents still holding tightly to their beliefs and traditions, and an estranged older sister, long cast as the "good daughter," who resurfaces and drags the narrator straight back into old prejudices that she thought she had outgrown.
I'll be honest about the one thing that might not work for everyone. This book hesitates in providing resolution on purpose, it has no interest in assigning blame or handing you a clean verdict on the marriage, the sister, or the parents. If you want to read a prose which is exceptionally written and where the narrator's feelings are aptly captured then The First House is totally something you would enjoy.
The premise is quite simple: a woman believes that her marriage is safe, if not perfect and then her husband walks into their bedroom one fine day and tells her he doesn't want to be married anymore. What follows isn't really a breakup story so much as everything that comes loose once the marriage does. Doshi keeps circling back through the relationship, testing old moments for signs the narrator might have missed, and the effect is that of a woman slowly re-examining her own memory and finding her judgement unreliable.
What really took me aback was how unflinching Doshi is with her narrator. She isn't written to be liked, she's sharp and occasionally unkind, yet that honesty is exactly what makes the book so hard to put down. Doshi doesn't let anyone off easy here, least of all her own protagonist, and there's real courage in writing a woman this unvarnished. What I hated most about the book was the character of the husband, how detesting his behavior is and how easily he has the power to snap out of a marriage, abandoning his kids, while the narrator has to stick through the pretention of being normal for the sake of the children.
There's a whole family orbiting the marriage, too, the narrator's parents still holding tightly to their beliefs and traditions, and an estranged older sister, long cast as the "good daughter," who resurfaces and drags the narrator straight back into old prejudices that she thought she had outgrown.
I'll be honest about the one thing that might not work for everyone. This book hesitates in providing resolution on purpose, it has no interest in assigning blame or handing you a clean verdict on the marriage, the sister, or the parents. If you want to read a prose which is exceptionally written and where the narrator's feelings are aptly captured then The First House is totally something you would enjoy.
April 12, 2026
Thank you NetGalley and Simon & Schuster for the ARC of The First House in exchange for my honest review.
‘The luckiest women were the ones who were forgotten. They were the ones who made it out alive. I had a chance to be one of them, forgotten, past her prime, beyond the age of desire. My life would begin today.’
The main themes of The First House could be described as reflection, the quiet demise of marriage, finding yourself after marriage and children. The book opens with a husband telling his wife he wants a divorce. What ensues is a story about the emotional aftermath from the wife’s perspective. She reflects on earlier memories of her husband and herself. There are also glimpses of her family dynamic giving the reader a little idea of what the FMC childhood was like.
The story starts off at a steady pace, but towards the middle of the book the pace starts to slow down. Sometimes I also did not realize I was reading about a flashback until halfway through the flashback.
I do not feel that I was the intended audience for this book, but I found bits and pieces of the FMC that I could relate to. This story is for recent divorcees. This story is for mothers who feel lost in motherhood. This story is for those who want to find themselves again. Overall I think the story was beautifully written.
‘The luckiest women were the ones who were forgotten. They were the ones who made it out alive. I had a chance to be one of them, forgotten, past her prime, beyond the age of desire. My life would begin today.’
The main themes of The First House could be described as reflection, the quiet demise of marriage, finding yourself after marriage and children. The book opens with a husband telling his wife he wants a divorce. What ensues is a story about the emotional aftermath from the wife’s perspective. She reflects on earlier memories of her husband and herself. There are also glimpses of her family dynamic giving the reader a little idea of what the FMC childhood was like.
The story starts off at a steady pace, but towards the middle of the book the pace starts to slow down. Sometimes I also did not realize I was reading about a flashback until halfway through the flashback.
I do not feel that I was the intended audience for this book, but I found bits and pieces of the FMC that I could relate to. This story is for recent divorcees. This story is for mothers who feel lost in motherhood. This story is for those who want to find themselves again. Overall I think the story was beautifully written.
July 23, 2026
The First House by Avni Doshi!
Our lead is a woman who is very happy with her life, the perfect marriage, the perfect husband, till one night, a sudden bombshell is dropped, Hubby who has apparently been unhappy for quite some time now, has had enough. He's calling it quits 😲
The book(ar least the 1st half) is about our narrator trying to come to terms with this. As through the occasional flash back she realises her "perfect little life" was never as good as she thought.
I liked this half, it will resonate with any one who has been in that kind of situation themselves, the red flags that were shot down at the time suddenly being realised the struggle with what to tell the kids...
The 2nd though puts the husband more into the back ground as mother, father and elder sister enter. The tense family relationship is perhaps best summed up by mother telling her daughter that she has hyped up their marriage as the perfect couple and by divorcing she is embarrassing her 🙈
This part didn't quite hit with the same emotional strength to me but was still a well told story and again. There is probably people who will relate to this
Pacing wise it doee start a bit slow as husband continues to awkwardly live with them at first but it does pick up the pace after he declares he is moving out
Overall I was perhaos not the target audience for this but its still a story I enjoyed that will hit hard for many,
Our lead is a woman who is very happy with her life, the perfect marriage, the perfect husband, till one night, a sudden bombshell is dropped, Hubby who has apparently been unhappy for quite some time now, has had enough. He's calling it quits 😲
The book(ar least the 1st half) is about our narrator trying to come to terms with this. As through the occasional flash back she realises her "perfect little life" was never as good as she thought.
I liked this half, it will resonate with any one who has been in that kind of situation themselves, the red flags that were shot down at the time suddenly being realised the struggle with what to tell the kids...
The 2nd though puts the husband more into the back ground as mother, father and elder sister enter. The tense family relationship is perhaps best summed up by mother telling her daughter that she has hyped up their marriage as the perfect couple and by divorcing she is embarrassing her 🙈
This part didn't quite hit with the same emotional strength to me but was still a well told story and again. There is probably people who will relate to this
Pacing wise it doee start a bit slow as husband continues to awkwardly live with them at first but it does pick up the pace after he declares he is moving out
Overall I was perhaos not the target audience for this but its still a story I enjoyed that will hit hard for many,
July 27, 2026
Meandered quite a bit with much introspection that gave good insight into the unraveling of the main character, although it became overbearing at times. The character resolution is confusing and the distinction between protagonist and antagonist became blurry - or maybe that was the intention. I started to root against her, especially when you see the effect on her two daughters, but I understand the arc that portion highlights. At the end I have to agree with her husband - she spends too much time in her head.
July 31, 2026
I loved how this book explores marriage yomanhood without ever reducing either to simple answers. The writing is absolutely gorgeous.
July 3, 2026
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley.
This is a story of a marriage unraveling. It opens with the narrator’s husband announcing he wants a divorce. The narrator imagines her head decapitated and in his hands, setting the tone for everything that follows. From there, we watch her come undone, piece by piece, as the life she thought was solid begins to dissolve.
I really loved this. Stories about marriages and families always pull me in, and this one felt especially powerful. It’s rich with symbolism, with cicadas threading through as a symbol of transformation and rebirth, and the goddess Diana as a figure of feminine power. This gave the novel a dreamlike, almost mythic quality.
What stood out to me most is the idea that the narrator isn’t just processing the end of her marriage. She’s reexamining her entire understanding of love, identity, and the stories she told herself to make sense of her life. It’s disorienting in a way that feels very intentional.
This book is dark, intense, and quietly hypnotic. It’s a portrait of a woman coming apart, and maybe, at the same time, becoming something new.
This is a story of a marriage unraveling. It opens with the narrator’s husband announcing he wants a divorce. The narrator imagines her head decapitated and in his hands, setting the tone for everything that follows. From there, we watch her come undone, piece by piece, as the life she thought was solid begins to dissolve.
I really loved this. Stories about marriages and families always pull me in, and this one felt especially powerful. It’s rich with symbolism, with cicadas threading through as a symbol of transformation and rebirth, and the goddess Diana as a figure of feminine power. This gave the novel a dreamlike, almost mythic quality.
What stood out to me most is the idea that the narrator isn’t just processing the end of her marriage. She’s reexamining her entire understanding of love, identity, and the stories she told herself to make sense of her life. It’s disorienting in a way that feels very intentional.
This book is dark, intense, and quietly hypnotic. It’s a portrait of a woman coming apart, and maybe, at the same time, becoming something new.
April 19, 2026
An exploration of how others can shape who we are and hide our true identities from even ourselves.
It opens with her husband announcing he is leaving her, which is a shock, but then she cycles through the emotions following the loss and starts to understand how he has made her smaller.
We also see how her family, in a more well intentioned we’ll have also limited her. Both her parents and her sister have left very different marks which takes her a while to understand.
This is brought cleverly together by the regular invoking of cicadas, two kinds of which appear after long cycles, with both coinciding for this story, a rare event showing how hard it can be to break free of negative family and marital bounds at the same time.
The writing is wonderful, and like with burnt sugar there are busy as l metaphors that I’ll carry with me.
Thanks to NetGalley and Hamish Hamilton for the arc
It opens with her husband announcing he is leaving her, which is a shock, but then she cycles through the emotions following the loss and starts to understand how he has made her smaller.
We also see how her family, in a more well intentioned we’ll have also limited her. Both her parents and her sister have left very different marks which takes her a while to understand.
This is brought cleverly together by the regular invoking of cicadas, two kinds of which appear after long cycles, with both coinciding for this story, a rare event showing how hard it can be to break free of negative family and marital bounds at the same time.
The writing is wonderful, and like with burnt sugar there are busy as l metaphors that I’ll carry with me.
Thanks to NetGalley and Hamish Hamilton for the arc
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
But the knowledge still seeped in. It was all around me. It whispered when I was alone. It circled around the birth charts and conjured Diana in the garden. It narrated my dreams. Still, I did not trust a knowledge I could not name. I ignored that knowing and abandoned my body, which was seeking revelation. Over time, my body became a relic and its speech became a dead language. A silent object in a museum that other people ’s voices collided against. A statue turning in the wind, one way, and then the other, always at the mercy and pleasure of another.
Avni Doshi’s debut novel “Burnt Sugar” (“White Cotton” on its earlier release in India) was shortlisted for the rather left-field 2020 Booker longlist, and of four books at the intersection of the three dominant descriptors of that list which featured (per the Booker’s own website) 9 US based (albeit this author has subsequently moved to Dubai), 9 female and 8 debutant novelists.
An at times humorous, almost voyeuristically uncomfortable examination of a difficult mother-daughter relationship, it wove a range of themes across a relatively simple narrative, such as memories (and common memories), who gets to tell family stories, belonging/exclusion, obsession, art history/life – being itself something of palimpsest art project – if anything trying too much thematically and in terms of ideas and references.
The author acknowledged the literary influences of Jenny Offill, Sheila Heti and Rachel Cusk – I saw a touch of Eileen Moshfegh and a strong comparison to Ariana Harwicz.
And there is much similar in this her second novel – and this time the publishers mention with some accuracy Deborah Levy (especially with some of the opening imagery) and Gwendoline Riley (I would say there though that as well as a Riley’s first party narrator with dysfunctional parents especially mother, here the narrator is a dysfunctional mother herself) – and I would add Rachel Cusk with the links to the gaze of male artists on women.
The novel opens with an image of the narrator – an American based, Indian-descended novelist - being beheaded by her office-worker husband when he come into the bedroom of their suburban family house (where they live with their two young daughters) in what I think must be 2024, to declare their thirteen year marriage at an end.
And really the first part of the book is the narrator largely failing to come to terms with the news as she looks back across her marriage and what was clearly always a difficult relationship, with the second part perhaps more focused on her relationships with her dominant father, mother and her elder sister who lives with them.
And that, returning to her debut, is the superficially simple narrative around which the author weaves both her often forensic prose (again with the same mix of black humour and discomforting revelation) and her myriad (albeit more controlled than before) of ideas and themes.
One key recurring idea is of the cicadas – which this year are emerging from both their 13 and 17 year cycles, the third year relating of course to the duration of the narrator’s marriage (her wedding day being literally overshadowed by a cicada infestation) and the simultaneous, once-every-221-years emergence of both broods giving me my 2024 identification. But around this we learn much more of the cicadas lives in a way which I would say is linked implicitly to the narrator’s life.
A statue of (the goddess) Diana by the sculptor Saint-Gaudens and its use by the architect Stanford White also features – in the early writing career of the narrator, in her next door neighbour’s garden, in her dream and related episodes and mediations recur in the book – with some more explicit (than with cicada) but equally well done links made to the narrator’s circumstances.
Water is another constant theme – the narrator’s inability swim, and general hopelessness around water at first seems part of her realisation that she has allowed herself to be absorbed into a marriage in such a way that her husband’s decision to break it off leaves her literally helpless (she is also unable to drive and has no bank account) but turns out to be also related to an astrological prediction that lead to a familial hydrophobia – and water even provides the novel’s closing image.
But as the last two both might imply this is a book which also examines (possibly centres – including in the astrologically-linked title and a brief Anne Carson epigraph “To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing”) wider mythological themes taking in the Greek gods, Hindi deities and astrology (both Vedic and Western). And I would say I have: conditional interest in the first (far more interested in the heroes than the gods – in complete opposition to the interest here); little to no interest in the second; and active disdain/hostility for the third.
In almost its opening lines when her husband explains his inability to anymore ignore his aversion to the concept of marriage having seen to many unhappy couples, he finishes with “to ask him to believe in an institution that he had no faith in, well that was asking him to believe in someone else’s god” – and I felt the same about these aspects of what is otherwise an excellent novel.
My thanks to Hamish Hamilton for an ARC via NetGalley
The patterns within these ritals and myths always led me back to my own experience, revealing something I had never been able to grasp at the centre of myself. They offered me a way of moving around it, writing around it, glancing only through the corners of my eyes, and I could almost trace its shape, almost feel the vibration of its surface. Sometimes it seemed to whisper to me and I had a feeling that the thing I was circling was circling me, too. Sometimes I noticed the cold shadow on my skin, and I knew I was getting closer.
Review of advance copy received from Edelweiss+
Avni Doshi’s The First House is an introspective work of literary fiction that quietly explores marriage, motherhood, identity, inherited beliefs, and the emotional complexities of family life.
Set largely through the perspective of an unnamed Indian woman living abroad, the novel examines the gradual collapse of a thirteen-year marriage and the emotional aftermath that follows.
The narrator, a writer deeply fascinated by Roman and Western mythology, finds herself reflecting on her fractured relationship, motherhood, and the invisible expectations that continue to shape her life.
Around her, Doshi gradually builds an intricate domestic world populated by intrusive parents, an eccentric elder sister, extended family, astrology, superstition, and long-held emotional wounds.
Rather than relying on dramatic incidents, the novel unfolds through memories, conversations, and quiet emotional observations.
One of the novel’s most compelling aspects is its symbolism.
A recurring stray cat becomes an understated metaphor for the men who drift in and out of the narrator’s life, while astrology and the family’s belief in an inherited ‘water curse’ subtly influence the characters’ decisions and emotional landscape.
These recurring motifs enrich the narrative without ever feeling forced.
I received an uncorrected proof for review, and therefore minor spelling and sentence-level inconsistencies have not influenced my assessment of the novel itself.
As expected from Avni Doshi, the prose is elegant, restrained, and free of unnecessary embellishment. Her writing possesses a quiet rhythm that allows the emotional weight of ordinary domestic moments to emerge naturally.
The novel is less concerned with plot than with carefully observing its characters’ inner lives, making it a rewarding read for readers who appreciate literary fiction driven by psychological depth rather than narrative momentum.
However, the novel did not entirely satisfy me on an emotional level.
While I admired Doshi’s prose and the psychological complexity of her characters, I occasionally felt a critical distance towards Indian customs and family traditions that prevented me from connecting more deeply with the narrative.
This perspective is undoubtedly part of the narrator’s lived experience, but I found it somewhat limiting in its emotional balance.
Overall, The First House is a thoughtful literary character study that examines marriage, motherhood, memory, identity, and inherited family beliefs with quiet intelligence and emotional restraint.
Although it may well receive critical acclaim, much like Doshi’s earlier work, it fell slightly short of becoming a truly memorable reading experience for me.
Readers who enjoy literary fiction in the tradition of Janice Pariat and Anuradha Roy are likely to appreciate its contemplative style and psychological richness.
Set largely through the perspective of an unnamed Indian woman living abroad, the novel examines the gradual collapse of a thirteen-year marriage and the emotional aftermath that follows.
The narrator, a writer deeply fascinated by Roman and Western mythology, finds herself reflecting on her fractured relationship, motherhood, and the invisible expectations that continue to shape her life.
Around her, Doshi gradually builds an intricate domestic world populated by intrusive parents, an eccentric elder sister, extended family, astrology, superstition, and long-held emotional wounds.
Rather than relying on dramatic incidents, the novel unfolds through memories, conversations, and quiet emotional observations.
One of the novel’s most compelling aspects is its symbolism.
A recurring stray cat becomes an understated metaphor for the men who drift in and out of the narrator’s life, while astrology and the family’s belief in an inherited ‘water curse’ subtly influence the characters’ decisions and emotional landscape.
These recurring motifs enrich the narrative without ever feeling forced.
I received an uncorrected proof for review, and therefore minor spelling and sentence-level inconsistencies have not influenced my assessment of the novel itself.
As expected from Avni Doshi, the prose is elegant, restrained, and free of unnecessary embellishment. Her writing possesses a quiet rhythm that allows the emotional weight of ordinary domestic moments to emerge naturally.
The novel is less concerned with plot than with carefully observing its characters’ inner lives, making it a rewarding read for readers who appreciate literary fiction driven by psychological depth rather than narrative momentum.
However, the novel did not entirely satisfy me on an emotional level.
While I admired Doshi’s prose and the psychological complexity of her characters, I occasionally felt a critical distance towards Indian customs and family traditions that prevented me from connecting more deeply with the narrative.
This perspective is undoubtedly part of the narrator’s lived experience, but I found it somewhat limiting in its emotional balance.
Overall, The First House is a thoughtful literary character study that examines marriage, motherhood, memory, identity, and inherited family beliefs with quiet intelligence and emotional restraint.
Although it may well receive critical acclaim, much like Doshi’s earlier work, it fell slightly short of becoming a truly memorable reading experience for me.
Readers who enjoy literary fiction in the tradition of Janice Pariat and Anuradha Roy are likely to appreciate its contemplative style and psychological richness.
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
What I had believed to be indestructible was gone. The way I had engaged with the world was no longer possible. The children came into the room, already in their pyjamas, and caught me talking to myself. They couldn't understand that I was meeting myself as someone new.
The breakdown of a marriage - complete with toxic husband - continues to prove to be inspirational fictional material in this book which follows nicely from prior incarnations such as The Days of Abandonment, Aftermath: On Marriage and Separation and Liars.
Doshi's precision-prose and willingness to delve into all that is uncomfortable about close relationships - which was so well displayed in her Burnt Sugar - charts troubled territory again as a husband disposes of a fifteen year marriage in a few stark sentences with which this book opens. Issues of power, money, imbalances in domestic work, all that is unsaid and uncommunicated are depicted with a brutal meticulousness as our narrator navigates unknown territory. Her willingness to accommodate her husband are offset by outbursts that show us just how disorientated she is, left alone with two young daughters and only precarious access to money.
But this is more than just a marriage breakdown book: Doshi also peels back the skin of the narrator's family and her troubled natal relationships with each parent and her sister. The light touch narration is astonishingly economic as we pierce to the heart of this family with so little exposition.
Where Doshi's craft really comes into its own is through the use of mythology and imagery - moving between classical and Indian myths as well as various forms of astrology and augury to reflect and reveal the narrator's own dilemmas and path to emergence into a future.
For me, this is a book all about the voice: I clicked with it immediately and was willing to follow where it led. Acute, emotive without being sentimental, textured and smart, I loved every careful sentence of this novel.
Many thanks to Penguin for an ARC via NetGalley
Review of advance copy received from Edelweiss+
Avni Doshi’s The First House is an introspective work of literary fiction that quietly explores marriage, motherhood, identity, inherited beliefs, and the emotional complexities of family life.
Set largely through the perspective of an unnamed Indian woman living abroad, the novel examines the gradual collapse of a thirteen-year marriage and the emotional aftermath that follows.
The narrator, a writer deeply fascinated by Roman and Western mythology, finds herself reflecting on her fractured relationship, motherhood, and the invisible expectations that continue to shape her life.
Around her, Doshi gradually builds an intricate domestic world populated by intrusive parents, an eccentric elder sister, extended family, astrology, superstition, and long-held emotional wounds.
Rather than relying on dramatic incidents, the novel unfolds through memories, conversations, and quiet emotional observations.
One of the novel’s most compelling aspects is its symbolism.
A recurring stray cat becomes an understated metaphor for the men who drift in and out of the narrator’s life, while astrology and the family’s belief in an inherited ‘water curse’ subtly influence the characters’ decisions and emotional landscape.
These recurring motifs enrich the narrative without ever feeling forced.
I received an uncorrected proof for review, and therefore minor spelling and sentence-level inconsistencies have not influenced my assessment of the novel itself.
As expected from Avni Doshi, the prose is elegant, restrained, and free of unnecessary embellishment. Her writing possesses a quiet rhythm that allows the emotional weight of ordinary domestic moments to emerge naturally.
The novel is less concerned with plot than with carefully observing its characters’ inner lives, making it a rewarding read for readers who appreciate literary fiction driven by psychological depth rather than narrative momentum.
However, the novel did not entirely satisfy me on an emotional level.
While I admired Doshi’s prose and the psychological complexity of her characters, I occasionally felt a critical distance towards Indian customs and family traditions that prevented me from connecting more deeply with the narrative.
This perspective is undoubtedly part of the narrator’s lived experience, but I found it somewhat limiting in its emotional balance.
Overall, The First House is a thoughtful literary character study that examines marriage, motherhood, memory, identity, and inherited family beliefs with quiet intelligence and emotional restraint.
Although it may well receive critical acclaim, much like Doshi’s earlier work, it fell slightly short of becoming a truly memorable reading experience for me.
Readers who enjoy literary fiction in the tradition of Janice Pariat and Anuradha Roy are likely to appreciate its contemplative style and psychological richness.
Set largely through the perspective of an unnamed Indian woman living abroad, the novel examines the gradual collapse of a thirteen-year marriage and the emotional aftermath that follows.
The narrator, a writer deeply fascinated by Roman and Western mythology, finds herself reflecting on her fractured relationship, motherhood, and the invisible expectations that continue to shape her life.
Around her, Doshi gradually builds an intricate domestic world populated by intrusive parents, an eccentric elder sister, extended family, astrology, superstition, and long-held emotional wounds.
Rather than relying on dramatic incidents, the novel unfolds through memories, conversations, and quiet emotional observations.
One of the novel’s most compelling aspects is its symbolism.
A recurring stray cat becomes an understated metaphor for the men who drift in and out of the narrator’s life, while astrology and the family’s belief in an inherited ‘water curse’ subtly influence the characters’ decisions and emotional landscape.
These recurring motifs enrich the narrative without ever feeling forced.
I received an uncorrected proof for review, and therefore minor spelling and sentence-level inconsistencies have not influenced my assessment of the novel itself.
As expected from Avni Doshi, the prose is elegant, restrained, and free of unnecessary embellishment. Her writing possesses a quiet rhythm that allows the emotional weight of ordinary domestic moments to emerge naturally.
The novel is less concerned with plot than with carefully observing its characters’ inner lives, making it a rewarding read for readers who appreciate literary fiction driven by psychological depth rather than narrative momentum.
However, the novel did not entirely satisfy me on an emotional level.
While I admired Doshi’s prose and the psychological complexity of her characters, I occasionally felt a critical distance towards Indian customs and family traditions that prevented me from connecting more deeply with the narrative.
This perspective is undoubtedly part of the narrator’s lived experience, but I found it somewhat limiting in its emotional balance.
Overall, The First House is a thoughtful literary character study that examines marriage, motherhood, memory, identity, and inherited family beliefs with quiet intelligence and emotional restraint.
Although it may well receive critical acclaim, much like Doshi’s earlier work, it fell slightly short of becoming a truly memorable reading experience for me.
Readers who enjoy literary fiction in the tradition of Janice Pariat and Anuradha Roy are likely to appreciate its contemplative style and psychological richness.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
With thanks to Avni Doshi and Penguin Random House for supplying a proof copy paperback edition.
‘Marriage was the only respectable destination. To be a single woman alone in the world, what a strange and sad fate.’ Marriage had indeed been the life goal and achievement of the seemingly inconsequential unnamed female protagonist of this story and, on the surface, all appeared to be going well until suddenly after 13 years her husband wanted a divorce! Everything then began to slowly and painfully unravel. Doshi explores how the protagonist played a very secondary role to her partner in the relationship, financially dependent and totally compliant. She was a wife, a mother, a homemaker, but had a yearning to spend some time alone being creative, writing, expressing her inner self. How could she manage alone after years in a gilded cage?
The richness of Doshi’s writing is exhibited by her use of analogies to highlight the chained existence of femininity. The goddess Diana motif, for example, a weathervane and merely ‘a statue turning in the wind, one way and then the other, always at the mercy and the pleasure of another’ is a constant reminder of restricted marital freedom. The cicadas breaking free from the earth mirror the protagonist’s own disentanglement from a tricky set of circumstances to be effectively reborn. There are frequent references to astrology, Indian mythology and Vedic superstitions which fascinate and inform in equal measure.
Doshi also ingeniously juxtaposes the deceptively fulfilled life of the protagonist with that of her mother and spinster sister, Didi. They are equivalently trapped, but so very much in denial enmeshed as they are in custom, traditions and religious practices. Their void is filled up with frippery, materialism, external show and keeping up appearances. Judgemental they may be, but Doshi’s unwritten message is their intrinsic dissatisfaction and unhappiness with living and being fully reliant on a domineering husband/father figure.
I found this book to be a slow burner and, at times, difficult to engage with for this reason. Nonetheless, it is extremely well thought out and perhaps reflective of the plight of many women universally who are impacted by cultural expectations. It certainly gave me much food for thought.
‘Marriage was the only respectable destination. To be a single woman alone in the world, what a strange and sad fate.’ Marriage had indeed been the life goal and achievement of the seemingly inconsequential unnamed female protagonist of this story and, on the surface, all appeared to be going well until suddenly after 13 years her husband wanted a divorce! Everything then began to slowly and painfully unravel. Doshi explores how the protagonist played a very secondary role to her partner in the relationship, financially dependent and totally compliant. She was a wife, a mother, a homemaker, but had a yearning to spend some time alone being creative, writing, expressing her inner self. How could she manage alone after years in a gilded cage?
The richness of Doshi’s writing is exhibited by her use of analogies to highlight the chained existence of femininity. The goddess Diana motif, for example, a weathervane and merely ‘a statue turning in the wind, one way and then the other, always at the mercy and the pleasure of another’ is a constant reminder of restricted marital freedom. The cicadas breaking free from the earth mirror the protagonist’s own disentanglement from a tricky set of circumstances to be effectively reborn. There are frequent references to astrology, Indian mythology and Vedic superstitions which fascinate and inform in equal measure.
Doshi also ingeniously juxtaposes the deceptively fulfilled life of the protagonist with that of her mother and spinster sister, Didi. They are equivalently trapped, but so very much in denial enmeshed as they are in custom, traditions and religious practices. Their void is filled up with frippery, materialism, external show and keeping up appearances. Judgemental they may be, but Doshi’s unwritten message is their intrinsic dissatisfaction and unhappiness with living and being fully reliant on a domineering husband/father figure.
I found this book to be a slow burner and, at times, difficult to engage with for this reason. Nonetheless, it is extremely well thought out and perhaps reflective of the plight of many women universally who are impacted by cultural expectations. It certainly gave me much food for thought.
July 31, 2026
Avni Doshi's The First House is less interested in plot than in the strange inheritance of family, the way fears, superstitions and unspoken grievances are passed from one generation to the next until they become indistinguishable from memory itself. The novel drifts between past and present with an almost dreamlike logic, and while I occasionally found myself wanting firmer ground, I also realised that this uncertainty is precisely the point. Doshi is asking us to inhabit a world where emotional truth matters more than factual certainty.
When her husband tells the narrator of the novel, quite calmly, that he no longer wants to be married, she reaches instinctively for her own neck, certain her head has been removed. It is a strange, almost surreal opening image, but it sets the register for everything that follows. This is a book about a woman experiencing the end of her marriage not as a change in circumstance but as a kind of dismemberment, a severing of the self from the story she had been telling about herself. The question that keeps returning, in scene after scene, is not whether this marriage can be saved but something harder. Once the roles you have organised your life around fall away, what is actually left of you underneath them?
The book reveals the small indignities and quiet rituals that define family life, from the odd beliefs that take hold after a prophecy to the exhausting negotiations between parents, siblings and children. There is a constant sense that love and resentment occupy the same space, and that the people closest to us are often the ones who know exactly where we are most vulnerable. Doshi's narrator is angry, self-aware, and willing to admit her own cruelty, as we see her grappling with an inheritance of womanhood handed down through generations of women who did not get to ask what they wanted, only what was required of them.
By the time the narrator takes her daughters to the Kumbh Mela and finally puts her head under the water, something she says she has never done before, the novel has quietly answered its own question, not with resolution but with immersion. The self is not a fixed house one returns to but a threshold one keeps crossing, and the only inheritance worth keeping is the willingness to go under and come up changed.
When her husband tells the narrator of the novel, quite calmly, that he no longer wants to be married, she reaches instinctively for her own neck, certain her head has been removed. It is a strange, almost surreal opening image, but it sets the register for everything that follows. This is a book about a woman experiencing the end of her marriage not as a change in circumstance but as a kind of dismemberment, a severing of the self from the story she had been telling about herself. The question that keeps returning, in scene after scene, is not whether this marriage can be saved but something harder. Once the roles you have organised your life around fall away, what is actually left of you underneath them?
The book reveals the small indignities and quiet rituals that define family life, from the odd beliefs that take hold after a prophecy to the exhausting negotiations between parents, siblings and children. There is a constant sense that love and resentment occupy the same space, and that the people closest to us are often the ones who know exactly where we are most vulnerable. Doshi's narrator is angry, self-aware, and willing to admit her own cruelty, as we see her grappling with an inheritance of womanhood handed down through generations of women who did not get to ask what they wanted, only what was required of them.
By the time the narrator takes her daughters to the Kumbh Mela and finally puts her head under the water, something she says she has never done before, the novel has quietly answered its own question, not with resolution but with immersion. The self is not a fixed house one returns to but a threshold one keeps crossing, and the only inheritance worth keeping is the willingness to go under and come up changed.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
ARC from @vikingbooksuk
‘If someone shows you who they are believe them…’
After ten years of marriage and two children, our narrator’s husband tells her he’s leaving. It shocks her not because their marriage is perfect but because she believes that regardless of what happens between them, they’ll always find a way to make things work. Predictably, her husband chooses himself and his happiness, then blames her for the disintegration of their marriage. This sudden change not only sends her into a spiral of grief and depression but also forces her to reflect deeply on their union.
Through flashbacks, we see how they met and how their relationship developed. I sympathised with the FMC because she had to deal with both the emotional and psychological effects of the breakdown of her marriage while also taking on the full responsibility of raising her daughters alone. As the story progressed, more disturbing sides of her husband came to light (no surprises there), which made me dislike him more.
The book did a good job of exploring how a woman’s identity can disappear within a marriage and how difficult and lonely motherhood can sometimes be.
We also get an insight into her childhood and family dynamics, which explained some of her choices. Her family were a weird bunch. I disliked her father, he was a vile man who belonged in the bin. That said, I was mostly frustrated by the FMC’s ‘woe is me’ attitude and her heavy reliance on her husband. I was irritated by the fact that he was her only source of income, despite being unreliable, leaving her in situations where she had to use her father’s credit card to cover expenses.
Although there were relatable moments, overall this was an underwhelming read that didn’t hit the mark for me. I was drawn to it because the synopsis described it as ‘a gripping psychodrama of unraveling and rebirth’. I neither noticed the rebirth nor saw any meaningful character growth in the FMC. I also never understood the relevance of the astrology aspect woven into the story.
‘If someone shows you who they are believe them…’
After ten years of marriage and two children, our narrator’s husband tells her he’s leaving. It shocks her not because their marriage is perfect but because she believes that regardless of what happens between them, they’ll always find a way to make things work. Predictably, her husband chooses himself and his happiness, then blames her for the disintegration of their marriage. This sudden change not only sends her into a spiral of grief and depression but also forces her to reflect deeply on their union.
Through flashbacks, we see how they met and how their relationship developed. I sympathised with the FMC because she had to deal with both the emotional and psychological effects of the breakdown of her marriage while also taking on the full responsibility of raising her daughters alone. As the story progressed, more disturbing sides of her husband came to light (no surprises there), which made me dislike him more.
The book did a good job of exploring how a woman’s identity can disappear within a marriage and how difficult and lonely motherhood can sometimes be.
We also get an insight into her childhood and family dynamics, which explained some of her choices. Her family were a weird bunch. I disliked her father, he was a vile man who belonged in the bin. That said, I was mostly frustrated by the FMC’s ‘woe is me’ attitude and her heavy reliance on her husband. I was irritated by the fact that he was her only source of income, despite being unreliable, leaving her in situations where she had to use her father’s credit card to cover expenses.
Although there were relatable moments, overall this was an underwhelming read that didn’t hit the mark for me. I was drawn to it because the synopsis described it as ‘a gripping psychodrama of unraveling and rebirth’. I neither noticed the rebirth nor saw any meaningful character growth in the FMC. I also never understood the relevance of the astrology aspect woven into the story.
Review of advance copy received from Netgalley
The First House is kind of a book about heartbreak and it's also kind of a book about relief. I felt the narrator viscerally, as I think almost anyone who has experienced significant loss would be able to!
The narrator's husband wants out of the relationship. He says this plainly and it comes as a surprise. The impact is swift (a quote that I loved - "When my husband comes into the bedroom we have shared for thirteen years and tells me he doesn’t want to be married anymore, I reach for my neck. My head is missing.") and though many things stay the same throughout the rest of the book (she never moves, she still parents her children, she still wanders into familiar crevices of her mind, she still interacts with her neighbors) the atmosphere is off kilter. The woman's life thins out and the days blur together. In this book, time is not anchored, which I think is one of the most powerful tools. The disassociation of the narrator highly relatable.
Ultimately, it felt like the narrator did not like her husband, at least not in the traditional sense of the word. As a reader, I didn't like him either! I felt the immaturity of his decisions and how flippantly so much responsibility was left to her. I also felt promise for her, even if in most of the text, she didn't feel the promise for herself. It felt clear to me that on the other side of this ill fitted coupling, was the woman's whole life.
The book doesn’t try for redemption until the very final pages, which I appreciated. Recovery from an unexpected betrayal takes a long time, if not forever. The first days and months are forensic and The First House showed this perfectly.
The narrator's husband wants out of the relationship. He says this plainly and it comes as a surprise. The impact is swift (a quote that I loved - "When my husband comes into the bedroom we have shared for thirteen years and tells me he doesn’t want to be married anymore, I reach for my neck. My head is missing.") and though many things stay the same throughout the rest of the book (she never moves, she still parents her children, she still wanders into familiar crevices of her mind, she still interacts with her neighbors) the atmosphere is off kilter. The woman's life thins out and the days blur together. In this book, time is not anchored, which I think is one of the most powerful tools. The disassociation of the narrator highly relatable.
Ultimately, it felt like the narrator did not like her husband, at least not in the traditional sense of the word. As a reader, I didn't like him either! I felt the immaturity of his decisions and how flippantly so much responsibility was left to her. I also felt promise for her, even if in most of the text, she didn't feel the promise for herself. It felt clear to me that on the other side of this ill fitted coupling, was the woman's whole life.
The book doesn’t try for redemption until the very final pages, which I appreciated. Recovery from an unexpected betrayal takes a long time, if not forever. The first days and months are forensic and The First House showed this perfectly.
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
The book follows a female narrator, an American woman of Indian descent whose husband leaves her after more than ten years of marriage and two children. The story focuses on her inner life as her external world unravels and she tries to understand what caused the breakup. Along the way, we learn about her daughters, how she met her husband, her quirky parents and sister, and her own unconventional personality.
What works is the ambiguity around blame. The narrator comes across as at least mildly depressed, with little that sustains or brings her joy. The husband appears as someone who has had enough, but also as someone who may never have been fully committed, having entered the relationship for the wrong reasons and sustained it with half-truths.
What does not work is the banality of the story. The premise feels overused, and I struggled to see a clear purpose. There is nothing new to distinguish it: a woman with emotional issues enters a relationship too quickly; they marry without truly knowing each other; have children in the hope of fixing things; make each other unhappy; he leaves; she struggles, having neglected her own growth; the outcome feels inevitable. The book is not bad, but it feels unnecessary.
On a smaller note, the astrology references detracted from the experience. They are a personal irritant and made it harder to take the characters seriously. The book would be slightly stronger without them.
My thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for providing an early copy in exchange for an honest review.
What works is the ambiguity around blame. The narrator comes across as at least mildly depressed, with little that sustains or brings her joy. The husband appears as someone who has had enough, but also as someone who may never have been fully committed, having entered the relationship for the wrong reasons and sustained it with half-truths.
What does not work is the banality of the story. The premise feels overused, and I struggled to see a clear purpose. There is nothing new to distinguish it: a woman with emotional issues enters a relationship too quickly; they marry without truly knowing each other; have children in the hope of fixing things; make each other unhappy; he leaves; she struggles, having neglected her own growth; the outcome feels inevitable. The book is not bad, but it feels unnecessary.
On a smaller note, the astrology references detracted from the experience. They are a personal irritant and made it harder to take the characters seriously. The book would be slightly stronger without them.
My thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for providing an early copy in exchange for an honest review.
Review of advance copy received from Netgalley
The protagonist of this book is a wife and mother of Indian heritage living in America. We join her just as she is being told by her husband that he no longer wants to be married to her. This news triggers an unraveling that is in equal parts hard to read and hard to look away from.
I related to so much of what was in this novel. Doshi writes about motherhood and wifehood with raw emotion and yet you feel a sense of self-editing from the protagonist. It is as if she is afraid to confront the intensity of her anger and resentment at a life, which upon reflection, has never truly fulfilled her.
I absolutely loved Doshi's writing in this book. It reminded me of the Neapolitan quartet by Elena Ferrante. Portraying the same seething feminine rage which kept me enthralled by all four of those novels.
Doshi weaves elements of mythology and astrology into the story in a way which never felt heavy-handed or shoe-horned in. I also enjoyed the imagery of the cicadas going underground for several years only to be born, mate and die soon afterwards. This cycle of birth, death and rebirth is an excellent metaphor for the story as a whole.
The First House is a layered, clever and consuming work. I will be thinking about it for many months to come. I would not be surprised to see this title nominated for the The Booker Prize. It is certainly worthy of that level of recognition.
My thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for the opportunity to be an early reader of this extraordinary novel.
I related to so much of what was in this novel. Doshi writes about motherhood and wifehood with raw emotion and yet you feel a sense of self-editing from the protagonist. It is as if she is afraid to confront the intensity of her anger and resentment at a life, which upon reflection, has never truly fulfilled her.
I absolutely loved Doshi's writing in this book. It reminded me of the Neapolitan quartet by Elena Ferrante. Portraying the same seething feminine rage which kept me enthralled by all four of those novels.
Doshi weaves elements of mythology and astrology into the story in a way which never felt heavy-handed or shoe-horned in. I also enjoyed the imagery of the cicadas going underground for several years only to be born, mate and die soon afterwards. This cycle of birth, death and rebirth is an excellent metaphor for the story as a whole.
The First House is a layered, clever and consuming work. I will be thinking about it for many months to come. I would not be surprised to see this title nominated for the The Booker Prize. It is certainly worthy of that level of recognition.
My thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for the opportunity to be an early reader of this extraordinary novel.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
Thank you to the publisher (Viking Books/Penguin) for the ARC.
The First House is a beautifully written exploration of identity, marriage, and the ways the people closest to us can slowly shape who we become. Opening with the shocking moment when the narrator's husband announces he wants a divorce, the novel follows her through grief, anger, confusion, and ultimately a growing awareness of how much of herself she has sacrificed along the way.
As she reflects on her marriage and the influences of her family, she begins to see how both have contributed to making her smaller, leaving her disconnected from her ambitions and sense of self. The narrator is deeply flawed and often frustrating, but her journey is compelling. I only wish there had been more emphasis on her personal growth and independence, as she seemed to rely heavily on others even as she began to recognize the limitations they had imposed on her.
Where Avni Doshi truly shines is in her use of mythology, astrology, and vivid natural imagery. The recurring cicada motif is particularly effective, symbolizing the rare and difficult process of breaking free from both familial and marital expectations at once. Like Burnt Sugar, the novel is filled with striking metaphors that linger long after the final page. Layered, intelligent, and hypnotic, The First House is a fascinating psychological-drama of unraveling and rebirth.
The First House is a beautifully written exploration of identity, marriage, and the ways the people closest to us can slowly shape who we become. Opening with the shocking moment when the narrator's husband announces he wants a divorce, the novel follows her through grief, anger, confusion, and ultimately a growing awareness of how much of herself she has sacrificed along the way.
As she reflects on her marriage and the influences of her family, she begins to see how both have contributed to making her smaller, leaving her disconnected from her ambitions and sense of self. The narrator is deeply flawed and often frustrating, but her journey is compelling. I only wish there had been more emphasis on her personal growth and independence, as she seemed to rely heavily on others even as she began to recognize the limitations they had imposed on her.
Where Avni Doshi truly shines is in her use of mythology, astrology, and vivid natural imagery. The recurring cicada motif is particularly effective, symbolizing the rare and difficult process of breaking free from both familial and marital expectations at once. Like Burnt Sugar, the novel is filled with striking metaphors that linger long after the final page. Layered, intelligent, and hypnotic, The First House is a fascinating psychological-drama of unraveling and rebirth.
Review of advance copy received from Publisher
4.5 ⭐
The story starts with a husband walking into the wife's study and declaring their marriage over. She feels beheaded. And in the rest of the book we see the impact of the end of the marriage on the wife.
The narrative keeps switching between the present, past memories, and even dreams. We learn about cicadas, Greek goddesses, and even Hindu ones, all linked to events in the woman's life, and giving us inklings of her struggles and feelings.
The most intriguing part of the book for me was the relationship she has with her parents and sister. Her family is strange, by her own admission - they eat food carried from India and frozen long ago, the compulsive need for shopping and splurging, and how they make fun of her and appear pleased by the end of her marriage. It's also fascinating how she still makes excuses for them, favouring them over her cousin Sama who actually cares about her.
The woman seems to have rushed into marriage, just to escape from her suffocating family, maybe even drawn to it solely to go against her family who believe marriage is bad. Just like how she seems to be drawn to water, while her family makes every effort to avoid it after a prophecy predicts they'd die in water.
Loved reading the honest thoughts of the protagonist, and the portrayal of characters that all felt very real. The book is a fascinating window into marriage, family and relationships.
The story starts with a husband walking into the wife's study and declaring their marriage over. She feels beheaded. And in the rest of the book we see the impact of the end of the marriage on the wife.
The narrative keeps switching between the present, past memories, and even dreams. We learn about cicadas, Greek goddesses, and even Hindu ones, all linked to events in the woman's life, and giving us inklings of her struggles and feelings.
The most intriguing part of the book for me was the relationship she has with her parents and sister. Her family is strange, by her own admission - they eat food carried from India and frozen long ago, the compulsive need for shopping and splurging, and how they make fun of her and appear pleased by the end of her marriage. It's also fascinating how she still makes excuses for them, favouring them over her cousin Sama who actually cares about her.
The woman seems to have rushed into marriage, just to escape from her suffocating family, maybe even drawn to it solely to go against her family who believe marriage is bad. Just like how she seems to be drawn to water, while her family makes every effort to avoid it after a prophecy predicts they'd die in water.
Loved reading the honest thoughts of the protagonist, and the portrayal of characters that all felt very real. The book is a fascinating window into marriage, family and relationships.
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
A sharp, unsettling novel about the stories people tell themselves in order to keep going. A husband announces he wants out, and from there Avni Doshi turns what might have been a familiar domestic collapse into something stranger, darker and far more interesting.
She writes very well about self-deception: how people edit their own histories, disguise their motives, and hide parts of themselves from the people closest to them. Nobody here is entirely reliable, perhaps least of all when speaking to themselves. Doshi handles that with a deft touch and never labours the point.
I also enjoyed learning about cicadas, whose strange life cycle becomes a fitting thread running through the book. They emerge at just the right moments, carrying ideas of waiting, transformation and buried things returning.
The tone is uneasy, intelligent and controlled, with flashes of the surreal that lift it above standard marriage-in-crisis fiction. It is a novel that trusts the reader to keep up.
I could easily see this making the Booker longlist. It has that combination of formal confidence, psychological interest and distinctiveness judges tend to notice. A thoughtful, quietly disquieting read.
She writes very well about self-deception: how people edit their own histories, disguise their motives, and hide parts of themselves from the people closest to them. Nobody here is entirely reliable, perhaps least of all when speaking to themselves. Doshi handles that with a deft touch and never labours the point.
I also enjoyed learning about cicadas, whose strange life cycle becomes a fitting thread running through the book. They emerge at just the right moments, carrying ideas of waiting, transformation and buried things returning.
The tone is uneasy, intelligent and controlled, with flashes of the surreal that lift it above standard marriage-in-crisis fiction. It is a novel that trusts the reader to keep up.
I could easily see this making the Booker longlist. It has that combination of formal confidence, psychological interest and distinctiveness judges tend to notice. A thoughtful, quietly disquieting read.
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
The First House chronicles the aftermath of a separation, in the process exposing cultural burdens, familial abuse, societal constraints and everything is tangled in mythological threads.
The biggest issue for me was that the main character was such an unlikable person. I should have been sorry for her plight: dealing with a creep of a husband, an even creepier, abusive family and so on...but by Jove, I couldn't bring myself to care. It was also a bit of a cultural shock. Many of the things covered here, which may seem normal to an Indian family, are hard to stomach, even verging on ridiculous to a Westerner. No matter how much I've tried to keep an open mind, the subservience to family and husband is something I cannot truly understand. And I mean, I've seen it happening in real life and I still can't wrap my head around it!! At least the end was a breath of fresh air: the small steps she takes to defy her family and start to build a life for herself and her daughters.
I also enjoyed the myths mentioned here, especially the Indian stories, as I am not that familiar with them. It's always fascinating to learn something new :)
*Novel from NetGalley with many thanks to the publisher for the opportunity.
The biggest issue for me was that the main character was such an unlikable person. I should have been sorry for her plight: dealing with a creep of a husband, an even creepier, abusive family and so on...but by Jove, I couldn't bring myself to care. It was also a bit of a cultural shock. Many of the things covered here, which may seem normal to an Indian family, are hard to stomach, even verging on ridiculous to a Westerner. No matter how much I've tried to keep an open mind, the subservience to family and husband is something I cannot truly understand. And I mean, I've seen it happening in real life and I still can't wrap my head around it!! At least the end was a breath of fresh air: the small steps she takes to defy her family and start to build a life for herself and her daughters.
I also enjoyed the myths mentioned here, especially the Indian stories, as I am not that familiar with them. It's always fascinating to learn something new :)
*Novel from NetGalley with many thanks to the publisher for the opportunity.
July 16, 2026
Avni Doshi's 'The First House' is a subtle character-based look at what happens to a wife when her husband tells her he no longer wants to be married. Doshi allows us to see how the woman sifts through the evidence of her broken marriage; she becomes a forensic examiner of every detail, every dissatisfaction that she missed or overlooked. Doshi shows us a woman who wants to escape from the constant prying eyes of her family who have ideas about how she moves on with her life. She trades the loveless bond of her marriage for the shackles of so-called helpful and unwanted advice.
Doshi's 'Burnt Sugar' was also about family bonds, and 'The First House' is more direct about how those bonds can be intrusive and stifling. The unnamed narrator obviously cannot avoid her family, but as the mother, she does not have the social and economic freedom the husband does to up and leave a marriage. Doshi shows what it's like to live one's life in service of others at the expense of your own dreams and career.
From the opening confrontation, Doshi's 'The First House' gives us a brilliant look at how marriage can be destructive and painful. 'The First House' is just as powerful as 'Burnt Sugar' and I could see it showing up on The Booker or Women's Prize longlists.
Doshi's 'Burnt Sugar' was also about family bonds, and 'The First House' is more direct about how those bonds can be intrusive and stifling. The unnamed narrator obviously cannot avoid her family, but as the mother, she does not have the social and economic freedom the husband does to up and leave a marriage. Doshi shows what it's like to live one's life in service of others at the expense of your own dreams and career.
From the opening confrontation, Doshi's 'The First House' gives us a brilliant look at how marriage can be destructive and painful. 'The First House' is just as powerful as 'Burnt Sugar' and I could see it showing up on The Booker or Women's Prize longlists.
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
“The First House” opens with the narrator, mother of two daughters, being told after 13 years of marriage that her husband doesn’t want to live with her any more. This leads to a partial breakdown, including an over reliance with astrology and an obsession with the unusual life cycle of the cicadas. (A fascinating topic and quite educational for the reader). There is a lot of unexpressed anger beneath the surface and a dawning realization that perhaps she was not as content with her life as she thought and how it is far easier to deny reality than face up to it. Her tricky relationship with her sister and parents adds another dimension to the story.
As you would expect from Avni Doshni, it’s clever, well written and gives the reader plenty to think about.
Many thanks to NetGalley & Penguin for the ARC
As you would expect from Avni Doshni, it’s clever, well written and gives the reader plenty to think about.
Many thanks to NetGalley & Penguin for the ARC
Review of advance copy received from Netgalley
The First House opens with a husband asking to leave his marriage and follows the emotional fallout from that moment. It’s a very introspective look at identity, motherhood, and the slow unraveling of a relationship.
I appreciated how accurately it captured the quiet shifts in a marriage—how routine replaces connection and how easy it is to lose yourself, especially after having children. The themes of financial imbalance, emotional distance, and grief felt realistic and, at times, relatable.
That said, the pacing slows midway, and the story becomes very internal and abstract. While there were strong moments, I struggled to stay fully engaged, and the narrator felt somewhat passive.
Overall, a thoughtful, character-driven read that didn’t fully connect with me but will likely resonate with readers who enjoy slower literary fiction.
Thank you to NetGalley and Simon & Schuster for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
I appreciated how accurately it captured the quiet shifts in a marriage—how routine replaces connection and how easy it is to lose yourself, especially after having children. The themes of financial imbalance, emotional distance, and grief felt realistic and, at times, relatable.
That said, the pacing slows midway, and the story becomes very internal and abstract. While there were strong moments, I struggled to stay fully engaged, and the narrator felt somewhat passive.
Overall, a thoughtful, character-driven read that didn’t fully connect with me but will likely resonate with readers who enjoy slower literary fiction.
Thank you to NetGalley and Simon & Schuster for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Review of advance copy received from NetGalley
"The First House" follows a women who deals with the sudden news that her husband has decided he no longer wants to be with her. The story is a snapshot into their lives during this period of uncertainty of what the future holds for the couple and the two children they share.
I can see why this author is appealing - her prose is beautiful and she curated a really interesting family dynamic with these characters. With that being said, I just don't think the writing resonated with me as much as it could have; I wasn't drawn to any of the characters and I think the story was so specific that it just didn't interest me in the moment.
This would be perfect for those who like literary fiction, unraveling odd family dynamics and a lot of references to astrology and mythology.
Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the ARC!
I can see why this author is appealing - her prose is beautiful and she curated a really interesting family dynamic with these characters. With that being said, I just don't think the writing resonated with me as much as it could have; I wasn't drawn to any of the characters and I think the story was so specific that it just didn't interest me in the moment.
This would be perfect for those who like literary fiction, unraveling odd family dynamics and a lot of references to astrology and mythology.
Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the ARC!
Review of advance copy received from Netgalley
A woman's husband announces, out of the blue, that he wants a divorce leaving her stunned. She had believed their marriage was a happy one; that they were both content with the status quo but as her husband moves to a hotel she is forced to look again at their relationship.
I struggled to connect with this novel. It sounded very much like something I would be interested in but, I confess, I found a lot of the narrative quite boring and inconclusive. The book really only came alive, for me, right at the end when the previously mentioned cicadas begin to emerge.
The writing is good and I woukd assume that if you are already a fan of Avni Doshi's work you will enjoy this but I found it a little dull and it did not enlighten me as to how to tackle an unhappy family or stale love life.
Thankyou to Netgalley and Penguin for the digital review copy.
I struggled to connect with this novel. It sounded very much like something I would be interested in but, I confess, I found a lot of the narrative quite boring and inconclusive. The book really only came alive, for me, right at the end when the previously mentioned cicadas begin to emerge.
The writing is good and I woukd assume that if you are already a fan of Avni Doshi's work you will enjoy this but I found it a little dull and it did not enlighten me as to how to tackle an unhappy family or stale love life.
Thankyou to Netgalley and Penguin for the digital review copy.
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