"But in truth, the jam fruit tree was so symbolic. The ever-bearing tree. And never-dying, too. Like the stout Burgher women of the age: fruitful, tough, always in bloom, earthy. Like the men too. Hard-working, hard-drinking, as lusty as life itself."
Carl Muller's "The Jam Fruit Tree" was an extremely enjoyable read for me, mostly because of the plot and the sheer descriptiveness. Using "Sri Lankan" English, Muller proceeds to portray all sorts of characters from yesteryear, and paints scenes so graphically that I had to struggle hard to contain my laughter (Sonnaboy's antics, the grave scene anyone?) when I was reading such passages on the Kandy-Colombo Intercity train. Here is a real gem containing enough fiction to create a solid plot (and subplots) as well as enough fact to glue the narrative with the Sri Lanka (Ceylon) of yesteryear, which makes the story feel ah...so relatable. The vulgarities common in such a life are described very nicely by Muller.
On a more personal note, I find even better connections with the story since I come from a, although Sinhala-Christian, family where hard-working and hard-drinking were the maxims of my father and elders when I was a child. Christmas was quite similar to what was described in "The Jam Fruit" tree; grandmother (the nucleus of the affair), siblings, aunts, uncles, children, cousins, grandchildren, dogs, all celebrating the birth of Our Lord in the most exuberant fashion until the end of the December vacation. The Cherry Guava (ජෑම් පේර, Psidium cattleyanum) tree planted by our late grandfather (a CGR head guard himself!) in front of the house supporting the weight of the many children hanging and playing on her branches and overlooking the jolly affair. Laughter and chatter, continuously for days. Those were the times. So many parallels with this book.
Reading "The Jam Fruit" tree was a trip down memory lane, and boy it was dripping nostalgia. 5+.