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The City Son Hardcover - 2014

by Samrat Upadhyay


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Set in Samrat Upadhyay s signature and timeless Nepal, The City Son offers a vivid portrait of a scorned woman s lifelong obsession with revenge and the devastating ramifications for an impressionable young man.
Acclaimed and award-winning author Samrat Upadhyay the first Nepali-born novelist writing in English to be published in the West has crafted a spare, understated work examining a taboo subject: a wife s obsession with her husband s illegitimate son. When Didi discovers that her husband, the Masterji, has been hiding his beautiful lover and their young son, Tarun, in a nearby city, she takes the Masterji back into her grasp and expels his second family. Tarun s mother, heartsick and devastated, slowly begins to lose her mind, and Tarun turns to Didi for the mothering he longs for. But as Tarun gets older, Didi s domination of the boy turns from the emotional to the physical, and the damages she inflicts spiral outward, threatening to destroy Tarun s one chance at true happiness. Potent, disturbing, and gorgeously stark in its execution, The City Son is a novel not soon forgotten."

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  • Title The City Son
  • Author Samrat Upadhyay
  • Binding Hardcover
  • Edition First Edition
  • Pages 256
  • Volumes 1
  • Language ENG
  • Publisher Soho Press, N Y
  • Date 2014-06-17
  • ISBN 9781616953812 / 1616953810
  • Weight 0.9 lbs (0.41 kg)
  • Dimensions 8.3 x 5.9 x 1 in (21.08 x 14.99 x 2.54 cm)
  • Library of Congress subjects Magic, Psychological fiction
  • Library of Congress Catalog Number 2013045388
  • Dewey Decimal Code 823.92

Excerpt

Chapter One

A stranger comes to the village and delivers the news.

Didi hears a woman’s voice in her yard. She’s upstairs, going through the boys’ old clothes, deciding which ones she wants to keep and which ones to pass down to a neighbor’s children. Her first thought when she hears the woman’s voice is that something has happened to her husband in the city. Then she knows it’s something else. She stands still, holding in her hands a pair of dark blue shorts, too tight for
her older son, Amit. “Is anybody home?” the woman cries out again. Didi goes to the window.
        “Are you the woman named Sulochana?”
       Didi nods.
       “I have to talk about an important matter.”
       The woman identifies herself as belonging to the next village, then she makes some connections—throws out some names—that form a vague picture in Didi’s mind about who she is. A sickly feeling has started in Didi’s stomach. She doesn’t want to hear this woman. I should shut this window, she thinks, and I can go back to sorting my boys’ clothes. But there is no going back.
       “Sometimes I feel like my heart is going to break,” the Masterji wrote in a letter not too long ago, “at the thought of not being able to come home again this year. My heart
is going to shatter into pieces—that’s what I feel. But this separation is not for long, Sulochana. Next year I am sure to visit.” Didi had squinted at the words, mumbling them to herself for coherence; she has studied only up to seventh grade. At home he never called her by her name, but in all his letters he addressed her as “Sulochana.” In the evening when the boys had come home, she’d told them, “Next year. He can’t come this year—too many students. That’s what you get for having a brilliant father.” She’d formed her own picture of the name her husband had amassed in the city: people greeted him when he strolled the streets. Each dawn when the air was fresh and vibrant, he made rounds of the temples. His forehead smeared with tika, he returned to his neighborhood, drank tea in his favorite shop before going to the school where he taught in the morning session. He returned home around noon and soon thereafter received
his first students, to whom he gave his private tutoring. Sons and daughters of high-ranking officials lined up at his door to seek his assistance.
       “The other day, the prime minister’s wife came to see if I could tutor her nephew,” he’d written. ”I told her that she ought to have sent someone to fetch me, but she said that she didn’t want to disturb me when I was hammering away and chiseling the shape of young minds. Hadn’t the king himself often said that the youth of today are the nation
builders of tomorrow? She observed the four students I was tutoring at the moment, all of whom were staring at her slack jawed, and said that four nation builders were already
in the making. Sulochana! The prime minister’s wife! What did I do to deserve this luck? Sometimes I feel that I don’t even deserve you and the boys. How patient you have been with me in this absence, this peeda of our long separation.” Peeda: she loved the word he used for his torture. Peeda was what she felt, too, except she never expressed it.

The sickly feeling carries a smell that rises from her stomach to her mouth. It’s like the odor of an animal. The shorts she holds in her hands have a urine spot that has not completely washed away. What’s going to happen to my boys?she reflects. But it’s too late, and she knows it. She’s not at the start of this momentum; she’s already in the middle of it. The boys are going to suffer. Other people, unknown faces she hasn’t yet met, are going to suffer—people who are now suddenly connected to her.
       “Are you going to invite me in?” the woman asks.
       “Whatever you need to say, feel free to say from the yard.”
       “The matter is a bit too delicate for the open air.”
       “It’s okay.”
       “Kasto kura nabujheko bhanya. It’s for your sake I’m urging privacy.”
       “I perfectly understand. Either tell me right here or go your own way.”
       The woman looks annoyed, but then she begins to speak. Her manner of speaking is singsongy, as if she were reciting a favorite ditty from her childhood. The woman finishes speaking her main bit, pauses, then continues, “I wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of coming here and talking to you had I not been told that you have been kept in the dark about this for years now. How is that possible? I asked myself. How is it that a wife would not know about this big a secret her husband has kept in the city? What kind of wife would not know this? Then I had to see for myself what kind of wife. Now that I have seen you, I know you don’t deserve it. What woman does? You have given your life to your husband, haven’t you, Sulochanaji? And look at the news that I have brought you.
       “I’ve seen the boy walk hand in hand with his mother in the market. The boy has an immaculately smooth skin and perfectly dimpled cheeks and large, curious eyes. His
mother is also exceptionally beautiful. Like an actress in a film, that kind of beauty. A city kind of beauty, sahariya type, the type one finds in magazines. Her face is longish
and perfectly shaped. She is petite, loves to wear red. Apsara is her name. Yes, a nymph—that’s what her parents named her. She was a student of his. She came to his flat for tutoring so she could pass the SLC and college exams. Then one day she didn’t return home. Her parents disowned her; her brother came to thrash your husband. But she told everyone her place was with him in that sparse flat in the crumbling house in the busy intersection of the city’s core.
       “When I saw her she was dressed in a shimmering red sari as though she had been wedded that very day. The whole street was glowing because of her. People stopped to look at her, then at her son. You know where this was? Right in the Asan market. Soon you’ll know what kind of place Asan is. It’s very close to Bangemudha, where your husband lives, near the large wooden lump studded with coins. People say nailing coins into that wood has a palliative function, but I can’t remember what it cures. Stomachache? Toothache? This is the type of neighborhood where small bands of
men with flowers in their hair and cymbals and drums pass through—amazing how only three or four men with their instruments make the sky throb. Not too long after the boy
was born, your husband decided that the one-room flat wasn’t big enough, and now they’ve moved to a small house with a separate kitchen and an indoor bathroom. It’s not a bad place. The rent is more expensive than the previous flat, but then your husband is also getting more students to tutor now.
       “In the Asan market that day, the boy’s mother was smiling at everyone. The boy was sucking on an ice cream. His beauty made my heart ache, Sulochanaji. I was told that the boy’s mother never wore anything other than bright red— bright red sari, bright red blouse with dhoti—as though it were the festival of Teej all year long. When she was pregnant with the boy, she put a big red tika on her forehead, I was told, and with her rouge and her red sindur smeared on the parting in her hair, she was like a radiant flame. There are these dental shops in Bhedasingh with their horrendous wares—hammers and wrenches and pliers and whatnots—near where your husband lives. When she passed by, those dentists came to the doors of their shops to admire her. They teased her, despite their wives looking from the windows above. ‘Sahuni,’ they said—they called her sahuni, even though she didn’t operate any shops—‘where are you
off to so early in the morning, wearing such nice clothes?’
       “‘Ooo tyahi samma jana lageko. I have to buy a thing or two.’
       “‘And you are leaving poor Masterji by himself?’
       “‘He is tutoring his students.’
       “The wives of these dentists also called out to her, ‘So, sahuni, when is the big guest coming?’ Apsara wasn’t showing at that time, but somehow the whole neighborhood guessed, correctly, that the boy was on his way. The eyes of these dental wives followed her as she moved on. They wondered about the Masterji’s family back in the village. They invited Apsara up for tea and sweets and plied her with questions. She feigned ignorance when the dental wives asked about the wife and sons in the village.”

Since she has been talking for so long, the messenger’s mouth is dry, and she holds on to the hope that Didi will offer her some water. But Didi has already left the window. It’s twilight. The woman thinks she should be on her way back. Drunks appear on the village pathways after dark; there have been cases of rape. Just as the woman is about to turn away from the house, Didi appears at the door.

Media reviews

Praise for The City Son

“[The City Son] examines the vengeance of a truly evil woman scorned…Not for the faint of heart.”
—Booklist

“Upadhyay tells his story with simple and direct prose. . .the multicharacter narration adds dramatic depth.” 
—Publishers Weekly

Praise for Samrat Upadhyay

"Buddha's Orphans is an extraordinary achievement. It has the sweep and romantic grandeur of a great old-fashioned Russian novel, and, at the same time, the precision and intimacy of a beautiful collection of linked stories. Samrat Upadhyay has created a remarkable work, one to be savored and remembered."
—Dan Chaon, author of Await Your Reply

"Upadhyay has masterfully blended history, tragedy, politics and romance to create the arresting story of a family that is at once unique and universal, set against the backdrop of a vibrant, complicated, modern Nepal that will fascinate readers."
—Chitra Divakaruni, author of One Amazing Thing and Palace of Illusion

“Subtle and spiritually complex . . . Mr. Upadhyay’s stories bring us into contact with a world that is somehow both far away and very familiar.”
The New York Times

"The Guru of Love effectively weaves together the complicated dichotomies of man and mistress, love and lust, tradition and modernity."
USA Today

"Reads like a graceful, page-turning mixture of stirring romance and social commentary."
Entertainment Weekly

“[Upadhyay’s] characters linger. They are captured with such concise, illuminating precision that one begins to feel that they just might be real.”
Christian Science Monitor

"A triumph, a ravishingly seductive novel."
Elle

“[Upadhyay is] among the smoothest and most noiseless of contemporary writers”
The Los Angeles Times

“[Upadhyay’s] stories have been burnished until they glow with visual and emotional precision.”
Washington Post Book World

"Highly entertaining . . . a major writer-in-the-making."
The Indiana Express

“In an assured and subtle manner, Upadhyay anchors small yet potent epiphanies in a place called Kathmandu, and quietly calls it home.”
Publishers Weekly

About the author

Samrat Upadhyay was born and raised in Nepal. He is the author of Arresting God in Kathmandu, a Whiting Award winner; The Royal Ghost; The Guru of Love, a New York Times Notable Book and a San Francisco Chronicle Best Book of the Year; and Buddha s Orphans. He has written for The New York Times and has appeared on BBC Radio and National Public Radio. Upadhyay teaches in the creative writing program at Indiana University."
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