Will I love The Inheritance of Loss?

A badly disciplined, poorly educated gang of young Nepalis, part of a separatist guerrilla insurgency, reminded me of my militant leftist former comrades.

If the Nepali boys' self-image borrowed from action-hero films, ours took inspiration from political tracts (and movies), perhaps more literate but no less cartoonish. (A real insurgency in Nepal, in the 1980s, failed. Ours, in the U.S. in the 1960s and '70s, failed too.)

The guerrillas provide one of the novel's interconnected story lines and sympathetic sets of characters. The place is a dreamily lush Himalayan locale. But the "inheritance," the legacy of colonialism—class division, poverty, alienation—renders… show more.

How people can bear the unbearable! And how interconnected people's disparate unbearable situations can be.

As in, growing up a mixed-ethnicity orphan in the care of your cold-as-a-fish grandfather, in an impoverished country sliding into dysfunction (and where young men are seduced into terrorism)...and, as in being one speck in the global cloud of migration, landing in New York, working crap kitchen jobs and bike delivery, sharing a crap apartment with too many other guys...

There’s so much to love in this book. Desai’s characters come to life, as does Kalimpong's setting on the Himalayan foothills. You can feel the frustrations and humiliations of Sai, her grandfather, their cook, and his son Biju in New York City as the cruelty and callousness of life crush them.

As the book lurched toward its painful conclusion, I desperately warned the characters to avoid a catastrophe, but alas, to no avail. This is one of the best books I have ever read.