https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/jan/23/low-by-jeet-thayil-review A man’s journey to Mumbai to sprinkle his beloved’s ashes turns into a drug-fuelled trip to oblivion The Indian novelist, poet and musician Jeet Thayil has much in common with the addled protagonist of his new novel, Dominic Ullis. Both write books, have had long experience with drug addiction, and are bearers of the hepatitis C virus (Thayil’s Booker-shortlisted first novel, Narcopolis, was dedicated to “HCV”). The author and his creation also share the tragedy of having lost a young wife. In Low, after quitting her “dream gig” in publishing, Dominic’s wife Aki fulfils a long-nurtured death wish by hanging herself in the couple’s New Delhi apartment, leaving him to find her body. From this morbid seed flowers what turns out to be a surprisingly colourful and enjoyable novel. Low plays out over a single weekend as Dominic, so freshly bereaved he’s still carrying his wife’s ashes in a white urn, flies on a whim to his native city of Mumbai without packing so much as a change of underwear. His quest is to perform the Hindu rite of immersing his beloved’s ashes in pure and flowing water, none of which is to be found in Delhi. His true destination, though, is oblivion. Flailing in grief and guilt, Dominic gorges on every substance he can lay his hands on. Mumbai being the city whose junkie subsoil Thayil first sifted in Narcopolis, that amounts to a fair few: Dominic ingests cocaine, heroin, sleeping pills, opium, a great deal of alcohol, and, in a rare appearance in literary fiction, the synthetic upper mephedrone or “meow meow”. Continue reading...
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