I discovered 'Fifty-five Pillars, Red Walls' by Usha Priyamvada through a friend's recommendation. I got it recently and read most of it in one breath today.
Sushma works in a college in Delhi. She is also the warden of the hostel and so she lives inside the campus. She is 33-years old and she is single. It is the 1950s (I think). In those days, most marriages in India were arranged marriages. It was easy to get a son married and it was hard to get a daughter married. Most families did everything they could to get their daughter married because if there is a single daughter at home, relatives and neighbours and everyone around will gossip.
So if there is a single daughter in the family who is in her thirties, it can only mean one of these things.
Either she couldn't get married because of health issues or horoscope issues (if the girl had a particular star or she had some dark stuff in her horoscope, no one will want to get married to her. This is the kind of stuff Indians believed then.)
The second reason was because she was too dark skinned. Most Indians are racist – or as scholars say more politely these days, they practised colourism – and even the ugliest man wants a wife who is pretty and fair skinned. For some reason, Indians think that if someone has fair skin, they are pretty. I don't know whether this is the kind of racism that was injected by the British when they were ruling India, or whether it has been there since time immemorial. I feel that it has been there since the dawn of time.
The third was that she was employed and making money and the family needed her money. In this case, the family did everything to ensure that she didn't get married, so that they can enjoy the fruits of her work. In the case of our heroine Sushma, the reality is this third one.
So Sushma is single and has a good solid career, and she takes care of her parents and siblings and they are living off her. In this situation a young man enters Sushma's life and her heart beats faster and they both fall in love with each other. What happens after this, is Sushma able to throw off her current yoke and get together with her beloved and live happily ever after, or do her family and the people around her bring her crashing to the ground – this is told in the rest of the story.
I want to say that I loved the book, but I'd be lying if I said that. It was hard for me to read – not because it was not good, because it was very good, it was excellent – but because I've met a few women who were like Sushma, and some of them were my friends, and so it was very triggering for me. The way families hang on to their employed daughters like leeches, refusing to let them go – I've seen it in real life and it has given me a lot of pain, and so reading this book brought back some of those memories. The famous Indian film director, K.Balachander made a movie called 'Aval Oru Thodarkadhai' ('She is a never-ending story') which has a similar theme. I don't know whether Balachander was inspired by Usha Priyamvada's story.
Things are changing now, and hopefully they are different. But I wouldn't be surprised if in some corners of India, there are still some Sushmas there.
This is the third Daisy Rockwell translation I've read and I enjoyed reading all of them. I have a few more, including her most famous one, 'Tomb of Sand'. Hoping to read them soon.
Have you read 'Fifty-five Pillars, Red Walls'? What do you think about it?