Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi, The Last Song Of Dusk

“Set in 1920s India, this magical debut novel tells the story of beautiful Anuradha, whose songs are spellbinding, but whose fate is troubled.”
–Elle

When the astonishingly lovely Anuradha moves to Bombay to marry Vardhmaan, a charming young doctor, their life together has all the makings of a fairy tale. But when their firstborn son dies in a terrible accident, tragedy transforms their marriage into a bleak landscape. As the pair starts fresh in a heartbroken old villa by the sea, they are joined by Nandini, a dazzling and devious artist with a trace of leopard blood in her veins. While Nandini flamboyantly takes on Bombay’s art scene, the couple attempts to mend their marriage, eventually discovering that real love, mercurial and many-hued, is given and received in silence. Sensuous and electric, achingly moving and wickedly funny, The Last Song of Dusk is a tale of fate that will haunt your heart like an old and beloved song.

“A cornucopia of life at full tilt and high color . . . Shanghvi–who’s been compared to Arundhati Roy, Zadie Smith, and Vikram Seth–combines ribald humor with prose poetry.”
–Sunday Oregonian

“Few first novelists achieve such perfection, such control, in their performance.”
–India Today

“A gorgeous novel . . . written with a youthful twinkling eye.”
–Los Angeles Times Book Review

“Lush, witty . . . sassy prose . . . moves like a carnival ride.”
–San Francisco Chronicle

( those cited above Courtesy of GoodReads,   312 pages )

Frances Mary Hendry, Chandra

Chandra was eleven and she was about to be married to a boy aged sixteen. What could go wrong to spoil her happiness? However, out in the desert she realized she was alone and far from home. As she sat alone in her little room, she tried to remember who she was, and she hung on to her name.

( Courtesy of Google Books,   120 pages )

Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, How I Became A Holy Mother and other stories

In her excellent essay “Myself in India”, reproduced as a foreword here, Jhabvala reminds the reader of her Polish background, her English education and her subsequent ambivalence about her adopted country, India. For her, the sacred Indian cow will always be “a cow, and a very scrawny, underfed, diseased one at that”. But this ambivalence may be why, for so many Europeans and Indians, she manages to reveal truths about the other. In these stories, young English girls enthral an Indian film star but leave him confused and wanting more; an Indian girl studying at a new university embarks on an affair with her 40-something tutor and is bemused at what he can possibly see in his dowdy wife. A young married woman falls in love only to see her handsome, idealistic young lover turn quickly into a younger version of her boorish husband. Searing intelligence and insight combined with the most effortless prose ensure this elegantly produced reissue will remind readers of Jhabvala’s brilliance and win her some new devotees.

( Courtesy of The Guardian,   268 pages )