In Almost Brown, Charlotte Gill offers a charming, lively, extraordinarily well-written memoir of being the product of a mixed-race family. Her father was a turban-wearing Sikh born in India, but raised in Kenya before making his way to England. Gill’s mother was English and Catholic, and given Gill’s parents met and married in the 1960s, that union probably broke a number of rules, if not formal legal ones, then plenty of informal religious and societal ones.
With such a marital mix, there were inevitable clashes, not just over culture, traditions, and values, but also personalities. Both of Gill’s parents had demanding, busy medical careers. In addition, her father displayed quite openly many of the stereotypical characteristics Indian men have about family roles related to children, wives, and mothers. The net result was that Gill’s father was essentially a hands-off father for all things domestic and administrative. True to form, though, he scrutinized the children’s academic performance with a steely, unforgiving eye.
The family moved to Canada, and from there, to the United States. A good part of the memoir is about Gill’s adolescence, when she navigated towards an understanding of who she was, packaged in this light-brown skin, with a mother who was as distinctly white as her father was unmistakably “coffee-bean” brown. She had a brother and sister, but doesn’t offer a great deal of biographical detail on them.
In the years that Gill raced towards her middle teens, her parents—more her father than her mother—began marching to their own drums. It seems as if money wasn’t an issue, but after contributing to the family budget, Gill’s father maintained a larger-than-life existence of flashy cars, snappy clothes, and regular unexplained weekend absences from the domestic hearth. Gill’s mother was more grounded in her traditional parenting role, which she appears to have performed heroically.
The parents divorced when Gill was 16: the mother stayed put with custody of the kids; the father drifted to parts unknown. Gill herself connects enough dots for the reader to witness school and college graduations and a budding career as a tree planter (?), then teacher and writer, and eventual marriage. She stays connected to her mother but is estranged from her father for a couple of decades.
And yet, Almost Brown is book-ended with chapters about her father, who finally established himself in McAllen, Texas, of all places. The reconciliation with her father is poignant and even seems organically sound. By the end of the book, one is certainly aware of, and appreciates, Gill’s exploration into race, identity, and the life experiences of an “almost brown” female growing up and living in three different countries. Since readers may see this book as predominantly about a father-daughter relationship, Gill may have cleverly and tantalizingly left room for a follow-up mother-daughter sequel (I hope).
I enjoyed Almost Brown —the honest story, the sparkling prose—because much of it resonated personally with me, a fourth-generation (possibly fifth) mixed-race, brown person (I’m way past the “almost” stage!) who has perceived, in a variety of networks through 70-plus years, different and interesting reactions to my color, accent, and history.