I have not read many books by women in Tamil, and this novel succinctly encapsulates the rural Tamil female experience in all its orthodoxy, loneliness, boredom, and hard labour. Though it is set in the pre-independence era, it could easily take place today given how little things have changed.
The titular house is a grand old one in decay where the family lives in a shell of continuous gloom. The wealth is steadily lost, the men are alcoholics, and the women turn slowly bitter. Lizzy, the protagonist, slips too soon from a happy, carefree childhood to an almost incarcerated adolescence thanks to the restrictions places (especially) on wealthy/upper caste women. Her sister Lilly grows from a sweet child into a conservative girl who is determined to uphold the family prestige at any cost, even if it means humiliating her dear sister who brought her up. A potentially gainful alliance and a romance with a lower class man complicate the proceedings in the novel, and hurry the novel to its end.
The emptiness of Lizzy's life and her toying with the idea of suicide were very painful to read, and the unrelenting bleakness of her life is the lived reality of millions of Indian women, pulverized by the weight of honor placed on their shoulders.
I liked the subtle shifts in prose, swinging between playful and sombre. It was an engaging and light read, also informational about the Naanjil culture. It was also progressive for its time. The author bio at the end was very refreshing, and one of the best I've read in a while. The introduction by Ambai emphasizes the outsize impact of this lean novel, making a great case for why this should be celebrated.