Look at that cover - I mean, wow. The Sky Beneath Us follows two distantly related women, separated by almost 100 years, as they journey through Nepal. As both women trek through the mountains, they must face their past, their future, and their identity. The author explores historical and modern contexts, bridging two very different worlds together and exposing the unwavering and unchanging aspects of the human condition. The potential with this plot is immense. Fiona Valpy has beautiful diction and her ability to describe nature so vividly is incredibly impressive. It also felt so enlightening to learn about the suffering of the Sherpas, to see inside such a resilient population. There’s a lot that I liked, but also a lot that I didn’t - which can mostly be explained by my dislike of this writing style.
My feelings about the first half of this book are very different from those of the second half. For the first half, I feel like the back and forth between 2020 and the letters from the late 1920s created a false sense of understanding and depth. There’s little character development and the content is just large blocks of play-by-play narration of the two women moving through their days or months. Thoughts are explained almost too literally and unnaturally, leaving little to the reader’s imagination. There’s just so much fluff. It was extremely hard for me to get through this part of the book because of how bored I became reading about where they walked, the color of the flowers and sky, what the food tasted like, etc. Setting the scene in this novel just took way too long and reading action after action became exhausting.
I think it comes down to my dislike of this kind of writing, which is characterized by heavily detailed narration and scene descriptions. In the second half of the novel, the pace picked up and it was much easier for me to get through. It kept my attention with the promises of families reuniting and discovering, serenity in Phortse, and plot development. The prose takes a sharp turn to readable and airy in this half. The story unravels in a cozy, mild way - not void of its heart-wrenching moments. Depictions of nature are kept reasonably brief and are immensely breathtaking. At points, I felt like I was there, breathing in the thin, fresh air, surrounded by the flowers of my dreams.
It’s hard for me to reconcile my feelings about this book. I have issues with some of the writing, but there’s heart and wisdom to it that I appreciate. I think this novel is perfect for those that love an atmospheric read, drenched in details and the awe of nature.
Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the ARC!
Edit: I forgot to mention how much I thoroughly appreciate the author’s dedication to research and accurate portrayals. Reading the “Author’s Notes” at the end of the novel only cemented my respect for her ability to tell fiction rooted in truth.