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368 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 26, 2018
“It isn’t the words we speak that make us who we are. Or even the deeds we do. It is the secrets buried in our hearts.”Bhima is 65 years old, illiterate, and newly sacked. In her wonderful 2006 novel, The Space Between Us, Thrity Umrigar introduced us to Bhima, who had been working in Mumbai for Sera Dubash, a well-to-do Parsi woman, and showed the bonds that can develop between two women across class lines. That relationship ended badly, though, and now after thirty years in Sera’s employ, Bhima is just scraping by, having picked up whatever house-cleaning clients she could find. She is raising her granddaughter, a teenager, the girl’s mother and father both having passed away in the earlier book. She lives with Maya in a single-room in a slum, but is determined that her granddaughter will have a better life than she has had.
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Is it the special curse of women, to keep other people’s secrets and carry their shame? What would happen, she wonders, if all of them…simply put down their loads one day and refused to pick them up again?

Everywhere Parvati looks these days, the city is shining. New shops selling brand-name clothes and jewelry spring up daily. New, expensive restaurants outside of which young people stand in line to enter. Shops selling fifty flavors of ice cream… This new Mumbai hates its old. Every day, old stone buildings are being torn down to make way for tall buildings, thin as pencils poking up into the sky… But the biggest change of all, Parvati thinks, is in the people. The Mumbai she has known has never been a gentle, forgiving place. But the old Bombay, the Bombay of Raj Kapoor and Nargis, had a sweetness to it, a childlike innocence. This new Mumbai is fast-paced, coarse, indifferent. She sees that indifference in the blankness in the eyes of the office crowd—whether it steps over a centipede or a homeless person, it’s all the same.The secrets of the title permeate. Parvati’s past is a very large secret, or collection of secrets, whereas Bhima’s is a smaller sample, albeit painful. Both hold other people’s secrets as well as their own. Most characters have at least one significant thing to hide, even the almost-too-good-to-be-true Maya. There is much in here about the weight of secrets, not in the sense of knowledge is power, but more in the sense that secrets are heavy and toting them about for so long takes a toll. Mostly, this is a story about having no power over one’s own life, and trying to get some.
Will she never have a say-so in any aspect of her life? [Parvati] wonders. Does she have no more choice in deciding her own destiny than one of her cauliflowers? Like them, she has been bought and sold, sliced and diced, moved from one corner of the city to another.They were both held back by the ignorance and restrictions of traditional values that defined one’s range of possible futures within the confines of caste. They were victimized by rules that offered protection only to those who took advantage of them. Parvati has a particularly dark perspective on relations between men and women, in both the old society and the new.
“Every day fathers get their daughters married off to men thirty years older. Or to men who are cripples or imbeciles, or deaf and mute. Why? To pay a smaller dowry. Every day fathers kill girls who have been raped by the men in their village. Why? Because the girl has stained the family name by getting raped. Honor killings, they call them…Wake up, sister. Look around. Right now, probably half the men here have fucked their sisters. Or their daughters. Or betrayed their wives.”The uplift is in seeing how they are able to overcome and apply their gifts, their strength, courage, resourcefulness, and intelligence, to making a go of it, working for themselves.
…Maya has changed. It is a change Bhima can sense but not define. All she knows is that this change is rampant in the whole city. There is a loosening of mores and an old way of life—that of respecting your elders, knowing your station in life, knowing that women had to behave in a certain way—is coming to a close. This very education that Bhima has paid for with every drop of sweat, every tired and straining muscle in her body, will be the knife that someday will sever the ties between her and Maya. For a split second, Bhima sees this as clearly as she sees her own fingernails, the next minute, all she sees before her is an almost-grown girl jumping up and down with excitement.Downsides? A few. Maya seemed a bit pliant for a teenager, even given the traumas she had experienced in the prior book. On the other hand, one could also look at her devotion to Bhima as a result of Bhima coming through for her big time when her world was falling apart. So, maybe, maybe not. Also, solutions to the challenges Bhima and Parvati faced seemed sometimes a bit too easy. I suppose one could say the solutions were the product of the characters’ ingenuity and base of knowledge, so, maybe, maybe not. There is a definite tendency to tell rather than show that pops up a bit too often. Umrigar uses some Hindi words in the narrative, and, while it is certainly possible to understand them from context, it would have been a nice thing to have had a glossary appended.
“In her time, she has known the evil that men do. But nothing matches with the evil of the Gods, who, having created humanity, now spend their days teasing and testing it.”
and I do think you need to have read the first in the series to enjoy the sequel everyday sounds of misery that circle the basti like satellites: crazed-with-worry mothers loudly berating their idle, unemployed sons; the screams of women protecting their last rupee from their violent, hashish-addicted husbands; the high-pitched squealing of dogs being kicked and maimed by bored children; the vile, steady stream of curses muttered by mothers-in-law towards women their sons have married; the loud demands of slumlords threatening eviction and moneylenders threatening injury.On poverty
everyone in this city is chasing his or her fortune and to get at it, they will stand on and crush the heads of their own mothers. There is only one unforgivable sin in this city, and that is the sin of poverty. Everything else is taken in stride – corruption at the highest and lowest levels, disloyalty, betrayal.The apt title of the book
There is only one true evil. And that is being poor. With money, a sinner can be worshipped as a saint. A murderer can be elected chief minister. A rapist can become a respectable family man. And the owner of a brothel can be a Principal.
It isn’t the words we speak that make us who we are. Or even the deeds we do. It is the secrets buried in our hearts…People think that the ocean is made up of waves and things that float on the top. But they forget – the ocean is also what lies at the bottom, all the broken things stuck in the sand. That, too, is the ocean.On seeing the minuscule amount of ashes left after a cremation, the protagonist observes
It is hard enough to accept that this is what the physical body amounts to. But what about a person’s anger? What about her voice? Her laughter? Her arrogance? Her irreverence? Her humour, her ego, her honour, her character? Do these fingerprints of an individual life simply evaporate and disappear with the last exhale?...City dwellers on seeing the open countryside for the first time
It is the green that confuses them, shocks them, that makes bubbles of delighted laughter spurt involuntarily from their mouths. It is its lushness, its promiscuity, like a woman sitting with her lags splayed, that makes their city blink in astonishment, as they contrast the browns and blacks of their lives with this lavish fertile green.A wonderful book!
. I'm not sure if it would stand on its own. One of the main protagonists is Bhima, whose story we learned in The Space Between Us. This one takes up where that one left off. Maya, her granddaughter, is still living with her in their hovel in the slums. A minor character in Space, Parvati, an old woman selling old cauliflower heads in the market, becomes a major character. This is the story of the growing friendship and love between Bhima and Parvati. It's also the story of Mumbai in the aughts (2001-2010), where major changes are happening and lots of traditions and rules are coming into question. New characters appear to illustrate those changes. My one problem is with the use of Hindi words without translation (I think I had the same problem with Space). But on the whole, enjoyable and educational.