A pretty cover, right? But one that alas I feel does a bit of a disservice to the book. Put in mind of, of what; a frilly, a gentle, a romantic read? When in fact Daughters Of India is not any of these.
Set in an interesting period in India's history. Raw and gritty; the sense of inhumanity and injustice palpable.
Told through the eyes of two women, their lives intertwined and yet polar opposites ... or are they? Yes, one lives a life of privilege, the other, a life of poverty and servitude but in many ways they are similar. Both remarkable women straining against the bars of the cages that hold them, both fighting for what they truly believe in despite the constraints of the things; their sex, their race, their religion, the politics of the time that bind them.
Quickly drawn into the lives of these characters, all of whom, yes, even the most unlikable (Isabel's husband who saw no wrong in his abusing a young native servant and the socialite European woman who took scandalised delight in visiting the condemned prisoners held in the notorious Cellular Jail amongst them) are portrayed as not just 'good' or 'bad' but rather, way more complex than this, as a combination of all the things that make any individual who and what they are.
SUMMED UP IN A SENTENCE ... A compelling novel told not from the perspective of its male characters but rather from the perspective of its two female protagonists, the oppressed portrayed not just as victims but as being as capable of violence as those who seek to oppress them.
Copyright ... Felicity Grace Terry @ Pen and Paper