Book review: ‘An Atlas of Impossible Longing’

Every once in a great while, a novel comes along to remind you why you rummage through shelves in the first place. Why you peck like a magpie past the bright glitter of publishers’ promises. Why you read.

No “news hook” will have brought you to it. No famous name on the spine will suggest what’s in store. But as you slip into the book’s pages, you sense you are entering a singular creation, a richly populated world. Curiosity overcomes you. Before long, you are surrendering to the voice of a confident narrator, the arc of an unfamiliar story. And then, suddenly, you are swept away in a tale that is bristling with incident, steeped in the human condition, buffeted by winds of fate. This, you think, is the feeling you had as you read “Great Expectations” or “Sophie’s Choice” or “The Kite Runner.” This is why you read fiction at all.

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  • ( / ) - Anuradha Roy is a first-time novelist.

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Anuradha Roy’s “An Atlas of Impossible Longing” is such a book, a novel to convince us that boldly drawn sagas with larger-than-life characters are still possible in a relentlessly postmodern world. Its author, a first-time novelist, is no one you’ve heard of, and yet she is also no stranger to books. She lives in the picturesque hill station of Ranikhet, in the distant Himalaya mountains, and commutes to New Delhi, where she works for an academic publisher that specializes in South Asia.

Apart from its setting just outside Calcutta, Roy’s “Atlas” is hardly distant. A sprawling epic of love, class and ambition, it has more in common with Dreiser’s “An American Tragedy” than it does with “The Mahabharata.” In it, a single act of pity rattles down generations to break a caste’s rules, test a family’s mettle and throw together two unlikely childhood friends, who will negotiate every circuit of human love. It’s a big story.

It begins in 1907, when Amulya leaves Calcutta with his young wife, Kananbala, and travels to the backwater of Songarh to open a factory to manufacture herbal potions and perfumes. In time, they produce a son, who is a joy to them both, but the quiet cramp of small-town life becomes anath­ema to the lonely mother. She starts to evince strange symptoms, begins speaking out of turn and is given to obscene outbursts. As months go by, it is clear she has gone mad.

Into her altered world step two newcomers: a granddaughter, Bakul, whose birth killed her mother; and a boy, Mukunda, of indeterminate caste, whose uneasy adoption into the family becomes the single act of pity that reverberates down the generations to change everything once and for all.

Mukunda and Bakul spend idyllic days in one another’s company. For Bakul, Mukunda is the emotional link to a motherless world — a world that Bakul’s father, too, in abject grief, has abandoned. For Mukunda, Bakul is the human anchor, the single, totally truthful person on whom a casteless orphan can rely.

But time deals harshly with that sibling love. There comes a point in their adolescence when the family begins to worry about the wisdom of their growing up together — there is the question of burgeoning sexualities, the question of castes.

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