UNDER THE LEMON TREES

In this debut novel, a young Indian-American woman comes to an awareness of her family, her community and the extent to which her fate rests in her own hands.

It’s 1976 and Jeeto Rai is a high-school junior in Oak Grove, in central California’s orchard region. Her older sister, Neelam, has recently married a man her parents chose for her. Neelam’s real passion, however, is for Hari, grandson of community pillar Mohta Singh who was sent away when his tryst with Neelam, and her resulting pregnancy, was discovered. Mindful of her sister’s fate, Jeeto cautiously picks her way through her own forbidden desire for local bad boy Pritam. Also unknown to her parents, Jeeto is accepted at Berkeley, but the tug of history and tradition complicates her longing to leave Oak Grove. Similarly, her own looming arranged marriage both intrigues and scares her. As a first-person narrator, Jeeto functions largely as an observer of Oak Grove’s Sikh community—non-Indians, goras, figure only peripherally in Jeeto’s world—and its sometimes inscrutable mores. There are lots of kameezes and chunis and people named Singh who aren’t necessarily related. While some observations are finely drawn—the slight of offering a visitor only water, not tea—others seem superfluous. The writing is pretty but too often uniform: Even a husband’s abuse of his wife comes across as muted. Chapters that flash back to Jeeto’s uncle’s arrival in the United States and his own ill-fated love for a Mexican waitress provide the book’s most compelling narrative motion. That back story sheds some light on the present, although the secrets revealed fall short of momentous.

A capable but too-quiet account of a community, missed opportunities for passion and family history.