A young Parsi merchant called Faredoon 'Freddy' Junglewalla from Central India drags his wife, child and indomitable mother-in-law over a thousand miles in a rickety cart to start a new life in Lahore.
The Junglewalla's swell the size of the small community from four families to five, but despite being taunted as "crow eaters" by the local Sikh children -due to the volume of their conversation- they find a tolerant home and a good place to conduct business.
Unfortunately for Freddy, he can't always find the same comfort inside his own home. His mother-in-law, Jerbanoo, becomes the bane of his life, even as his wealth and influence grow in the community and beyond.
Swindled by a traveling insurance salesman, Freddy considers both his 'wants' and his 'needs' to contrive a drastic, decidedly non-Indian solution to his problems.
The Crow Eaters is that most difficult of narratives to pull off by any novelist, let alone a first-timer as Sidhwa was - a breezy, light-hearted picaresque on the surface, but tough as old boats underneath, with a vein of tough blood pumping noiselessly throughout.
There is an air of family legend passed down and embroidered somewhat over the years, myths within which Sidhwa can see the essence of life, a force far stronger than honesty and sentimentality.
The Parsi Indians of 1900 were a 'fatalistic people...unconditionally resigned to the ups and downs of life', so Freddy's insurance fraud is a culturally unthinkable act; a Western act, if you will.
The Jungewallas revere the English, from copying their mannerisms to the seal of authority invested in their appropriated proverbs. 'Had someone suggested to them that Englishmen, too, defecate, they might have said, "Of course ... they have to, I suppose"'.
Still, magic and superstition has as much influence on their characters, right from the cradle, after all they are descended from the Magi; yet all the multi-varied gods of the more dominant Indian religions are also given a token of reverence.
The business of making money and favourable marriages is Freddy's true religion though, his ruthlessness in these tasks rival those of any patriarch I have encountered in Indian literature, which is saying something.
Both Freddy Jungewalla and his nemesis Jerbanoo are hardly likable characters, nor does anything astounding happen in the story, yet Sidhwa kept me enthralled from start to finish with her skillful way of presenting her characters without blame or praise.
She also has a way with a yarn, which she can spin with a charm and humour which delights, despite any darker implications.