In a world where the gods are involved in daily human life and are as powerful as they are fickle, the families in Karma Curry have always followed the will of fate. All of this changes when the Mohandases' eldest son, Karam, defies the marriage arranged for him, along with generations of tradition. In order to forge his own path, Karam leaves his small village in Guyana to find his way in New York City, but he cannot outrun his karma. The realm of the gods is not finished with him yet.
Once Karam arrives in New York, he sets about rebuilding his life, hoping to free himself from the influence of his destiny. He finds friends, love, and success. From the outside at least, his life appears perfect. But Karam's karma, invisible to everyone but the gods, is quickly catching up with him. Suddenly, everything he has worked for is jeopardized.
When the gods control our destinies and interfere on a whim with the lives of mere mortals, does Karam have any power to control his own fate?
Jerry Durbeej's lyrical yet relatable prose carried me (an American) into another world and brought that world to life. The book makes one reflect on whether fate drives our choice or whether our choices create our fate.