Small Days and Nights by Tishani Doshi is a novel about disaffection and how trauma distances us from the world. It is also a book that alternates between luminous prose that reads like poetry and poor character development, a meandering pace and the barest bones of a plot.
This novel is about Grace - a mixed race Indian whose Italian father and South Indian mother have a tumultuous courtship and romance which breaks down into a bitter marriage at some point in the narrator's teenage years. Grace arrives in Pondicherry, fleeing an unsatisfactory marriage in the wake of her mother's death, where she discovers she isn't an only child. Her elder sister, Lucia was born with Down's syndrome and kept in a home for disabled children, her existence a carefully guarded family secret. Grace, devastated and hurting from this betrayal sets up home with Lucia in a small beachfront property in a Tamil fishing village - their only companions a servant called Mallika and an ever increasing number of stray puppies.
Grace's narrative is solipsistic - and zig zags through various moments in her life, circling around the important events of the plot - you might be expecting to stumble upon a revelation only for Grace to shy away in the last moment and talk about something entirely different. These digressions lack any semblance of thematic unity - the reader is kept off balance. Grace moves around a lot in her childhood and you might be reading about a life in Kodaikanal on one page , followed by a description of a holiday in Italy in another. The book chugs at a leisurely pace through Chennai, Pondicherry, Venice, Kodaikanal and the USA, always centering back on the house at Paramankeni. I think this approach is deliberate - a calculated attempt to replicate the effect of an only child being forced to face change alone but the only thing it actually does is prevent the reader from ever feeling comfortable or making an acquaintance with any of the secondary characters.
The most important of these is Lucia - a grown woman with the mind of a child. I am not expert in Child psychiatry or developmental disorders but Lucia comes across like a caricature. There are moments where she seems capable of understanding and empathy - other moments where she is unable to care for herself. Grace's narrative conveniently avoids most of the difficulties in caring for a mentally challenged individual with severe developmental delay. There are mentions of stubbornness, a sense of otherness, and some passages dealing with her frustration with the manner in which Lucia is stared at in public but very little substance to her as a character. Lucia is often treated as a convenient plot point - a way to move things along, an unpredictable quantity who can be relied upon to introduce the barest element of discomfort into Grace's selfish life. She never actually exists beyond this role and the lack of attention to her character is a glaring fault on the part of Doshi.
Other characters share the same fate. We meet several people over the course of this narrative - Mallika, Doshi's servant in Paramankeni, Valluvan , the local leader, his wife, their children. Apart form the locals we are also introduced to a large number of Grace's friends in Chennai, her lovers and their conversations about the world. There is also auntie Kavitha, Grace's mothers close friend and others. Doshi makes elementary mistakes in character development - assuming that naming a character and allowing them to exist on the page alongside her narrator is enough to ensure they exist as separate beings in the mind of the reader. This is, of course, not the case. Grace's friends in Chennai blur together. Grace often says that so and so person is her "friend" but we find no evidence in the text for the same. Doshi does a whole lot of telling but very little showing with absolutely no effort made.
Grace's lovers suffer the same fate. I think this is the strongest portion of the novel - a window into the mind of someone almost toxically avoidant in relationships , unable to commit and filled with a kind of existential dread. It is the strongest portion but it isn't perfect. We know the problem but we aren't ever given the satisfaction of a solution , nor do we ever see Grace being made aware of the same or moving towards a solution. Grace's peregrination from the arms of one lover to the next is a factor of her upbringing and her reasons for leaving each lover are vague. Grace leaves Blake, her childhood love and husband because she doesn't want children - she then cheats on him, leaves her Indian lover - etc etc. These form the weak dramatic backbone to the book. There is no crescendo of emotions, no revelation, no one calls Grace out on her behaviour and lack of empathy (at least for Blake, who seems like a nice guy, if a little bland). Grace is allowed to exist in a moral vacuum of sorts, with no ultimate realization. When she realises that one lover has moved on, she descends into a sort of self serving depression - but even this is not allowed to breathe on the page - her recollections meandering away and the focus shifting away from Grace's sorrow.
And therein lies the nub of the problem. I think most authors would like to write a sympathetic but flawed character and do it well - it is probably what they reach towards. This is not the case with Grace - she is enormously flawed but most of her actions do not evoke sympathy, they evoke a sort of disgust. She seems to be unprepared to take care of her sister, has no plan for the future and seems to have infinite sums of money that allow her to throw it at most of the problems that come in her way. I always imagine an alternative narrative where Grace is forced to take care of her sister after her mother's death and has very little money with which to do it - what would that tell us about her character and would she grow and develop into a different person? We will never really know the answer to that because Grace is never forced to develop beyond the selfish version of herself that exists on the page.
Apart from all these issues there is another glaring issue with this novel - the Cynicism and the portrayal of the locals in Tamil Nadu. It is obvious that a woman living alone with her mentally challenged sister would feel a sense of unease, however Doshi insists on writing about the locals as some sort of savages and makes Paramnkeni and Chennai - for lack of a better word - ugly. There is a sense of cynicism about India. The people are venal, corrupt and incapable of making you feel safe - and Doshi keeps telling you this, there is even a point where she calls this country ugly. I am an Indian and am the first to accept that yes - this country is not safe, the people can sometimes be annoying and there are a lot of issues, however, I have lived here for 35 years and have come across beauty and kindness that far outweighs the ugliness that Doshi portrays, and she does this despite being an Indian Citizen herself.
When I read the first chapter of this novel, I loved it. I think Doshi does an excellent job describing the chaos at Chennai airport as well as the drive to Pondicherry. She is a visual artist and paints her scenes very well. I had a good feeling about the book and was waiting for the story to wow me. It never did. It felt incomplete, rather superficial and never really endeared me to the main character and her problems. This was an ok book and I think it might appeal to someone who values prose over plot, character development and thematic unity. That someone is definitely not me.
2 stars on 5