When I started reading this book, all 619 pages of it filled with names I had to clumsily sound out loud to myself before I could visualize the places and persons, I thought "This is going to be too big for me." I am coming to realize that a few decades of getting my information, like so many Americans do--in fast bursts, swiftly flowing plot lines, simple sentences and words, and facile caricatures--has served to atrophy my brain. (Me, who as a ten-year-old, greedily devoured the likes of "A Tale of Two Cities.") A hundred pages into it, I thought, "Oh, no, it will not do to put this book down until I have given it my all. It will not get the best of me!"
The life described in "The Toss of a Lemon" comes across as deliciously alien, the names and relationships unfamiliar, and even the cadences and tense of it all somewhat strange. I can't quite put my finger on why, but the narrative (cast mostly in almost too-present layers of present tense) completely alters one's sense of being and time. For example, consider this observation of the way the widow Sivakami's son's new wife, Vani, fits into and subtly changes the sense of the household:
"Pervasive as Thangam's dust, Vani's music is everywhere there is air, in the house and spilling out onto the street: between two people in a converstion, in all the cooking pots, travelling in through nostrils and out in snores. Sivakami has become accustomed to it, and now, when Vani is not playing, there is silence in all those places where before there was nothing." (p. 242)
This is not your straightforward, mind-numbing television-scripted fare, certainly; but the writing does have a rather hypnotic (or perhaps meditative would be the better word) effect. I have found myself quietly but inexorably drawn into Sivakami's world, an experience that alters my senses as much as it massages my mind, almost as if by vibration. When I surface from the reading of it (one cannot read this book in one sitting), I am at first not sure if it's day or night. It's almost like emerging from a movie theatre after being engrossed in a fantastic movie for hours.
"The Toss of a Lemon," I must conclude, is a haunting, masterful work by a writer of substantial skill and talent. Very good.