And now for something a little lighter?

In my last couple of blogs I’ve reviewed books that have been rather emotionally challenging: H is for Hawk is about grief and the loss of a parent; The Optician of Lampedusa is about a particular tragic event in the ongoing European migration phenomenon. Both books were harrowing in parts, although in different ways.

Today I’m posting about a book by Meera Syal, which, given her background in, and huge talent for, comedy, you might think would be somewhat lighter. Well, it is and it isn’t; there are certainly some quite heavy themes here, but there is also resolution to the issues raised and I certainly did not find the book as harrowing.

So, my review follows. If you have read this or Meera Syal’s other books, I would love to hear what you think.

house-of-hidden-mothers-img This was one of the books I took on holiday last year, but which I didn’t manage to read. I finally got around to it when we read it in our Book Club in December. I’d been really excited about it; I love Meera Syal (Goodness Gracious Me, The Kumars at No. 42), she’s such a talent and a fantastic role model. She has written two previous novels, both published in the 1990s, neither of which I have read.

The novel centres on Shyama, who, in her late forties, is desperate to have a baby with her (somewhat younger) partner Toby. Shyama has a teenage daughter, Tara, from a previous (unhappy) marriage and lives close to her Indian parents, Prem and Sita. The action takes place in both London and India.

When all other options for having a child of their own seem closed to them, Toby and Shyama decide to go to a clinic in India where a surrogate will bear a child they can later formally adopt. In their case, it is planned that the child will be created from Toby’s sperm and a donor egg. There are two sub-plots to the novel. Firstly, there are Shyama’s parents; some years previously, they bought a flat in India where their families still live, and where it was intended they would spend part of the year, once they retired and had the opportunity to escape the UK winter climate. Their plans were thwarted, however, when Prem’s nephew illegally occupied the property. The now elderly couple have spent years and a small fortune battling in vain with the chaotic Indian legal system to get him and his family out. The other plotline is that of Shyama’s daughter, Tara, who is unhappy about her mother and Toby’s desire to have a baby. In the course of the novel Tara is sexually assaulted by a university acquaintance.

This is an ambitious novel on many levels; any one of the plot lines outlined above would have made for a decent story, and I was unsure about the scope of the book at first, but Syal manages all three pretty well, and they are drawn together very cleverly towards the end. However, these are weighty themes and in addition to the inevitable ones raised by the plot and various sub-plots, there is also the question of surrogacy, and whether acquiring babies from poor women in developing countries is ethically sound, which is barely touched on. I think in some ways justice is not fully done to the various themes because of the complexities of the plot that the author is trying to manage.

I also felt that few of the characters were well-developed; I struggled with the main character, Shyama, particularly at the beginning where I felt she was rather two-dimensional, and struggled particularly with her friends, Priya and Lydia, who seemed to have walked straight out of one of Syal’s comedy shows. The early part of the novel, in particular, reads like a TV show rather than a book, especially the dialogue. Tara, Shyama’s daughter, is the most interesting character for me and the one who is imbued with most subtlety. Mala, the surrogate is not well-developed at all and, for me, this became a problem for the credibility of the plot towards the end of the book.

I was a little disappointed with the book, perhaps because I came to it with high expectations, but I did enjoy reading it and would recommend it particularly if, like me, you are fascinated with India. It raises some interesting issues.

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3 thoughts on “And now for something a little lighter?”

  1. Fantastic review! I need something lighter to read, I’ve been suffering from depression and it seems like 90% of the books on my shelf are about tough themes like incest and abuse or serious mental health issues. I also pressure myself to read books that are darker and more ‘literary,’ and will beat myself up for reading stuff that’s more beach read-y. I liked your comments on this book, especially how you felt about the character development.


    1. Thanks so much for your comments. I’m sorry to hear about your depression. I know what you mean about ‘dark’ seeming a bit more literary. I cheered myself up enormously recently by reading ‘Time Travelling with a Hamster’ a brilliant children’s book. I’ll be blogging about it in the next few days.

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      1. When I was little I used to read a series of easy readers about a hamster named ‘Fluffy.’ I can’t remember much about them except that one was set in a natural history museum. The title of the children’s book you mentioned reminds me of another book for kids, “Time Cat” by Lloyd Alexander. Have you ever heard of it? It’s about a cat that can transport a little boy to different moments in history. I’m not much of a cat person and I’m a grown woman for all intents and purposes now, but I wouldn’t mind reading “Time Cat” again some time and reviewing it. “The Cat Who Wished to be a Man” is another good one by the same author.


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