This coming-of-age tale charts the troubled early life of a boy from India in 17th-century Virginia.
When his courtesan mother dies from cholera, an 11-year-old who goes by the name Tony soon loses the guidance of her British patron and the easy life on southeastern India’s Coromandel Coast. The patron arranges for Tony to sail to London, but while there, he’s waylaid by child snatchers and shipped off to Jamestown, Virginia, in 1635 on a vessel carrying other kidnapped kids and indentured workers. Looking back from “years later,” Tony narrates his misfortunes with soulful resignation and his scant pleasures with youthful delight. His nemesis is a sadistic, sexually abusive White farm overseer, but the boy soon learns that he faces a more enduring problem. While he sees himself in a racial limbo, neither White nor Black nor “tawny” like the local Indians, his brown skin places him nearer the losing end of the Colonies’ caste system. He escapes farm labor by talking his way into working with a physician, yet he remains essentially an indentured servant and soon comes to realize that no amount of medical knowledge will grant him the same respect as a White man. Charry, who came to the U.S. from India in 1999, writes in an author’s note that Tony is based on “the earliest-known mention” of an East Indian worker in Colonial North America. But this quasi-historical novel is less concerned with period details of speech, clothing, crafts, or furniture than with the human interactions that affect an “in-between and indeterminate” person like Tony—and doubtless his followers of the Indian diaspora. In a charming touch, he sometimes recalls a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream he saw in London and takes comfort in how Titania values an Indian boy.
An unusual look at racism through the lens of Colonial America.