Amitav Ghosh’s The Glass Palace is a sweeping, multi-generational novel that blends the intimacy of family histories with the vast sweep of colonial and postcolonial history.
When I read it in 2019, I found myself constantly linking its narrative rhythms and thematic concerns with other major works of world literature—novels that similarly tackle empire, displacement, and the collisions between personal destiny and historical upheaval.
The novel opens in 1885 with the British invasion of Burma, a moment of violent disruption that Ghosh renders with cinematic vividness. We meet Rajkumar, an Indian orphan who finds himself in Mandalay just as King Thibaw and Queen Supayalat are forced into exile.
This moment—one man’s life intersecting with the dislocation of an entire kingdom—becomes the seed for a narrative that will span over a century, crossing Burma, India, and Malaya. Ghosh’s central preoccupation is clear: the intertwined fates of individuals and nations in the long shadow of imperialism.
This concern immediately brings to mind E.M. Forster’s A Passage to India, another novel where the personal is inextricably linked to the machinery of colonial rule. But while Forster’s approach is more compressed and symbolic—using one town, one trial, one landscape to stand in for the complexities of empire—Ghosh adopts the panoramic method.
His canvas is closer to that of Tolstoy in War and Peace or García Márquez in One Hundred Years of Solitude, where the family saga becomes a lens through which the reader witnesses sweeping historical transitions.
One of Ghosh’s most notable achievements in The Glass Palace is how he treats colonialism not simply as a political or economic system but as a lived reality embedded in relationships, migrations, and inheritances. This places him in a lineage with writers like Chinua Achebe (Things Fall Apart) and Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o (Petals of Blood), who situate the colonial encounter within the everyday lives of their characters.
Like Achebe, Ghosh refuses to flatten the colonial experience into a simple binary of oppressor and oppressed—he shows us Indian soldiers fighting for the British in Burma, Indian merchants building fortunes under empire, and Burmese royalty adjusting to exile in India.
If Achebe’s mode is tragic compression, Ghosh’s is sprawling interconnection. In that sense, The Glass Palace bears comparison to Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children. Both novels are deeply invested in the interplay between private lives and epochal events, and both use a hybrid narrative voice that blends intimacy with historical exposition.
Yet where Rushdie veers into the magical and allegorical, Ghosh stays grounded in a realism that is meticulously researched. His background as an anthropologist is evident—he recreates the textures of Mandalay, Rangoon, Malayan rubber plantations, and wartime India with archival precision.
The novel’s title is itself a metaphor for the fragility of empires and fortunes. The literal Glass Palace in Mandalay is the seat of Burmese royalty, a place of beauty and power that shatters with the arrival of British troops. This image of splintering resonates with Ghosh’s treatment of the 20th century as a long process of both destruction and adaptation.
In this sense, The Glass Palace invites comparison with Orhan Pamuk’s The Museum of Innocence—not because they share a setting or style, but because both explore how personal objects and spaces become charged with the weight of history.
Ghosh’s narrative architecture also recalls classic Southeast Asian and South Asian historical fiction, such as Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s Buru Quartet or Rohinton Mistry’s A Fine Balance. Like Pramoedya, Ghosh situates his characters within a network of trade, migration, and cultural exchange that predates and outlives colonialism. And like Mistry, he has an acute awareness of how large-scale political events reshape the texture of ordinary lives. Both authors share Ghosh’s gift for layering tragedy with moments of resilience and even tenderness.
One of the novel’s most compelling threads is its portrayal of displacement. The exiled Burmese royal family in Ratnagiri, the Indian labourers in Malayan plantations, and the soldiers uprooted by war—all are caught in currents they did not choose.
This theme places The Glass Palace alongside works like Isabel Allende’s The House of the Spirits, which similarly charts the fates of families under the pressure of political upheaval. Allende and Ghosh both show that exile is not only geographic but also generational: the children inherit the fractures of their parents’ histories.
Ghosh’s style is distinct from many of these comparators in its deliberate pacing and descriptive density. At times, his long historical digressions recall the narrative generosity of Victor Hugo in Les Misérables—the willingness to pause the story in order to explain the world around it. This can be polarising; readers looking for tightly plotted fiction might find the historical detail overwhelming, while those attuned to the deep interweaving of fact and fiction will find it immersive.
Where The Glass Palace stands apart from similar world-historical novels is in its transnational scope across Asia. While Forster’s India or Achebe’s Nigeria are tightly focused on one colonial context, Ghosh maps an interconnected imperial world stretching from Burma to Malaya to India, showing how labour, capital, and armies flowed along imperial arteries.
In this, he anticipates the global-historical fiction of later writers like Yaa Gyasi (Homegoing) or Min Jin Lee (Pachinko), who follow migrant families through multiple countries and decades.
Another point of comparison is Ghosh’s own later Ibis Trilogy (Sea of Poppies, River of Smoke, Flood of Fire). Where The Glass Palace takes a relatively straightforward realist approach, the Ibis novels push further into polyphonic storytelling and linguistic experimentation.
Yet the DNA is the same: a fascination with how human lives are shaped by trade, empire, and migration. If the Ibis books are sprawling maritime epics, The Glass Palace is a continental epic—a map drawn in overlapping family lines.
Thematically, the novel’s portrayal of loyalty, ambition, and moral compromise under empire recalls Joseph Conrad’s Nostromo—though Ghosh resists Conrad’s more fatalistic vision.
Conrad often presents colonial subjects as doomed to corruption by imperial entanglement; Ghosh allows for a wider spectrum of adaptation, resilience, and ethical choice. His characters are flawed but not predetermined by history.
One of the most poignant aspects of the novel, and one that echoes across many of these literary cousins, is the tension between remembering and forgetting. The Glass Palace in Mandalay, once glorious, fades from the characters’ lived reality as they adapt to new circumstances.
Similarly, in One Hundred Years of Solitude, the Buendía family repeatedly loses the thread of its own history. In both cases, the fragility of memory is itself a form of historical violence—eras and identities erased not only by conquest but also by the human need to survive in the present.
In the end, The Glass Palace belongs to the tradition of historical epics that aim to restore complexity to histories flattened by official narratives. Like Achebe, Pramoedya, Allende, and Rushdie, Ghosh reclaims the perspective of the colonised, the migrant, and the displaced, without reducing them to victims. His realism is not about the inevitability of suffering, but about the persistence of agency within constraint.
Reading it in 2019, in a world already grappling with resurgent nationalism and the legacies of empire, the novel felt both timely and timeless. Its comparative kin in world literature—Forster’s moral allegories, Achebe’s cultural reckonings, Rushdie’s mythic modernities, and Allende’s family chronicles—each illuminate part of the same vast terrain.
Yet Ghosh’s The Glass Palace, with its Asian transnational scope and its meticulous weaving of personal and political histories, offers a perspective that is uniquely its own: the story of empire told not from the imperial center, nor from a single postcolonial nation, but from the shifting borderlands where cultures meet, clash, and entwine.
It’s a book that sits comfortably among the great historical novels of the 20th and 21st centuries, yet also expands the map of that tradition—reminding us that the glass palaces of history are always more fragile, and more connected, than they first appear.