The Folded Earth is an elegiac and poetic story of love, loss, memories, and new beginnings. Set in Ranikhet, a little town in the Indian Himalaya, the story is sensitively, unsentimentally told. Lines flow like soothing music. Little wonder that this novel won the Hindu Literary Prize 2011 and made it to the Short List for the Man Asian Literary Prize in 2011.
Maya, aged 25, lost her husband whom she had married against her family's wishes, in a mountaineering accident. She retreated to Ranikhet, a place where secrets were kept by the hills, to work in a church-run school and to heal. Roy surrounded Maya with a group of village folks, each rather endearing in his or her idiosyncratic ways. The character I treasured most was Puran, the dim-witted goat herd with a big heart who drew animals to himself like magic.
I derived the greatest pleasure from taking in Roy’s depiction of the sights and sounds of the Indian landscape - sky, flatland, hillsides, mountains, the chikoo trees, and the spiky dog rose. There was old world charm, no longer found in modern cities, but that perhaps still exists in some parts of the world such as this where goods were sold from gunny sacks and handcarts, where butchers sold marbled-eyed heads of slaughtered goats, and leopards (well, more alarming than charming) prowled the streets by night. Contrasting the "choked cacophony of cars, motorbikes, scooters and trucks" on narrow roads were the vivid scenes of the monsoon ravaged landscape and folks seeking solace by watching the rain, drinking tea, and gossiping.
Maya’s life was bound up with the secrets of her landlord, Diwan Sahib, and the enigmatic nephew, Veer, to whom she was unwittingly attracted. But the hills did unravel its secrets. Poetic justice was served but what lingered was the sadness that had deepened even more when the last page was turned.