A celebrated professor who passes for Indian is revealed to be White. Is she a fraud or a trailblazer?
This provocative fiction debut and satire of identity politics by Sanyal, a German academic, centers on Saraswati, a Düsseldorf professor who’s infamous for her outspoken proclamations about race and social justice: She’s shut down Jordan Peterson in debate and kicked White students out of her courses. She’s a hero to Nivedita, a graduate student who’s been inspired by Saraswati to explore her own mixed-race background and launch a blog under the name Identitti. So she’s crushed when it’s revealed that Saraswati isn’t South Asian but a White woman named Sarah. Commentators quickly break out the hashtags (#SaraswatiShame) and liken her to Rachel Dolezal, the White college instructor who presented herself as Black. But Saraswati doesn’t retreat. She insists that race, much like gender, can be fluid and that her leaning into racial issues represents a noble rejection of Whiteness. “So it’s okay to transcend your gender, but a category as obviously made-up as race should be more fixed and inflexible than sex?” she asks Nivedita, and the narrative is thick with such questions. Sanyal mocks Saraswati’s privilege and sanctimony but takes her perspective seriously; the book refers often to writers on race, gender, and postcolonialism, from Frantz Fanon to bell hooks to Zadie Smith. Though the novel is effectively a long series of conversations in an apartment among Saraswati, Nivedita, and other interlocutors, it has a surprising liveliness thanks to Sanyal’s knack for sending up academia and social media pile-ons and her canny interweaving of Hindu mythology. (The goddess Kali provides an extended metaphor.) “What it means to be white must be allowed to change and expand,” Saraswati insists, and the novel is an eyebrow-raising prompt to debate the matter.
A deliberately over-the-top but sensitive take on multiple touchy subjects.