The immigrant experience is always fertile ground for fiction, and Jhumpa Lahiri — born in London to Bengali parents and raised in Rhode Island — has built her literary career exploring this territory as it relates to characters of Indian origin in America, with all the attendant questions of identity, loyalty, memory and reinvention. Though she has produced only two collections of stories and, now, two novels, her reputation is firmly established as one of the leading fiction writers of her generation. Her debut collection, “The Interpreter of Maladies,” won her the Pulitzer prize, a PEN/Hemingway award and the New Yorker prize for Best First Book. Her second novel, “The Lowland,” has already been longlisted for the 2013 Man Booker prize.
“The Lowland” is a sweeping, ambitious story that examines in intimate detail the intersection of the political and the personal, encompassing nearly 50 years of Indian and American history through the lives of one family. The novel ripples out from the beginnings of the Naxalite uprising in West Bengal in 1967. Two brothers, Subhash and Udayan Mitra, are attracted by the radical communist movement while at university in Calcutta. But Subhash, the more cautious and sensible of the two, quickly perceives the danger involved and withdraws, leaving to study in the U.S.
Udayan, left behind, becomes more entrenched in militant politics, believing that violence against the state is justified in the name of revolution. It’s not much of a spoiler to reveal that, early on, he is arrested and executed by the police on the lowland behind their parents’ suburban house, supposedly for his part in a violent crime.
“Udayan had given his life to a movement that had been misguided, that had caused only damage, that had already been dismantled. The only thing he had altered was what their family had been.”
The novel pivots on this moment of Udayan’s death. He leaves behind a young widow, Gauri, a fellow student already in the early stages of pregnancy. Out of a sense of duty to his brother, and to save her from a life of drudgery in Calcutta, Subhash marries Gauri and takes her back to Rhode Island.
Lahiri’s writing is notable for its restraint and understatement. She resists lyricism, just as she avoids obvious drama. Until the very end of the book, every major upheaval — death, betrayal, violence — happens offstage and is recounted, secondhand. Instead, she concentrates on the minutiae of relationships — between brothers, between husband and wife, and between parents and children — and on the deep reverberations these dramatic moments create in ordinary lives. But she also — quietly, without sensationalism — draws attention to the post-independence India in which the Naxalite movement was born: the desperate poverty that led many young idealists to see revolutionary violence and self-sacrifice as the only solution. It’s a chapter of history overlooked by the West, as Gauri learns when she comes to Rhode Island: “There was nothing about Calcutta. What had consumed the city, what had altered the course of her life and shattered it, was not reported here.”
Perhaps Lahiri spreads her net a little too wide at times, but there is no doubt that “The Lowland” confirms Lahiri as a writer of formidable powers and great depth of feeling, who makes the business of conjuring a story from the chaos of human lives seem quite effortless.