A fizzled marriage, baby anxiety, and a peculiar doppelgänger lead a woman on a strange journey.
Sanjana Satyananda, the narrator of Sathian’s second novel, is in disarray. She’s left her actor husband, Killian Bane, in Goa after confessing that she’d had an abortion. She’s dropped out of her graduate anthropology program at Yale. Her friends’ settling down grates on her, and she’s been booted from her sister’s Connecticut home after having been caught having sex there. And strange DMs are arriving: Why is she being congratulated by a stranger for being pregnant? From this setup, Sathian unspools a wide-ranging, at times hallucinatory yarn that encompasses her protagonist’s frustrations with rigid rules about femininity, motherhood, Indian American social norms, and more. Sanjana’s search for answers leads her back to India, where she attempts to track down Killian (now pursuing a Bollywood career) and his new partner, a lifestyle influencer named Sanjena Sathian (just like the author; note the ever-so-slight spelling difference from Sanjana). Not for nothing does the novel feature an epigraph from the Gothic classic Rebecca; the novel is rife with doppelgängers, gaslighting, hidden histories, and more, all to the purpose of questioning the behavioral expectations placed on women like Sanjana. (“What made them want to change? What drew all these people to the other realm, the next stage of prescribed adulthood, while I was being left behind?”) It’s a noble goal, with fine set pieces that are both funny and melancholy, but its range is also a problem. The novel veers tonally from page-turning goofiness (mainly featuring a dog whose Instagram Sanjana is tasked with maintaining) to noirish melodrama, in a dense plot the latter pages strain to clarify. The depth of Sanjana’s crisis is clear, but the story’s ever-shifting status obscures her emotional state.
An overdetermined tale of status and sexism.