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Although Sera treats Bhima much better than her social class usually treats domestic workers and she is well aware of the injustice towards the staff, she does not manage to overcome her prejudices and her acquired arrogance. A group of people suffer a mysterious striking down. Some die, but a few, Lennox, Heather and Ava, miraculously recover. And when they do, they find themselves coming together to try and understand what has happened to them. It all centres around a cephalopod they find washed up on a beach and whom they call Sandy. Make sure you incorporate a lot of incorrect language. So your illiterate lead character can know a word like “fornication” but can still use “mens” as the plural of “man”. A doctor can just say “bleddy” instead of “bloody”. The college clerk can have worse English than the vegetable vendor. The Maharashtrian granddaughter can call her mother by the Hindi word “Ma” and her grandmother as “Mama”, even though “Mama” actually means 'maternal uncle' in Marathi and she should have used “Aaji” instead. Use plenty of wrongly spelt “Indian” words to make international readers feel like they are reading something fancy, even if your spellings appear ridiculous to those who know the actual words. Don’t worry about consistency; just mix it up. This motley medley is how you add masala to the story. Correct English is so boring, hai na? Umigar's writing not only takes you into the hearts and souls of these women , she takes you to the place where they live . You can vividly see the marketplace where Bhimi shops and the horrid conditions of the slum where she lives . This is a well-written but not-so-subtle exploration of how class, gender power, and generational differences isolate the two female protagonists in India.

In present-day Bombay, Bhima leaves her slum each day to work as a domestic in a wealthy widow’s home. She has faithfully served this woman, Sera Dubash, for decades and prides herself on caring for the family. Sera is an upper-middle-class Parsi, but her social status has not protected her from an abusive husband and mother-in-law. In Sera’s home Bhima has witnessed the intimate details of the family’s life, and cared for Sera’s injuries; in return Sera has helped Bhima deal with the hospital when her husband was injured, and is paying for Bhima’s granddaughter, Maya, to attend college. What Bhima doesn’t fully realize, however, is that she remains an outsider to the Dubash family. An unplanned pregnancy will shatter the illusions of both women. Was Johnstone sending a veiled political message? Well, maybe not. But I think I would happily exchange some of our own political representatives for those with the hearts and souls of our protagonists. The gap that is the space between us has to close if we are eve

Poignant and compelling, evocative and unforgettable, The Space Between Us is an intimate portrait of a distant yet familiar world. Set in modern-day India and witnessed through two compelling and achingly real women, the novel shows how the lives of the rich and the poor are intrinsically connected yet vastly removed from each other, and vividly captures how the bonds of womanhood are pitted against the divisions of class and culture.

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How, despite our lifelong preoccupation with our bodies, we have never met face-to-face with our kidneys, how we wouldn't recognize our own liver in a row of livers, how we have never seen our own heart or brain. We know more about the depths of the ocean, are more acquainted with the far corners of outer space than with our own organs and muscles and bones. So perhaps there are no phantom pains after all; perhaps all pain is real; perhaps each long-ago blow lives on into eternity in some different permutation and shape; perhaps the body is this hypersensitive, revengeful entity, a ledger book, a ware house of remembered slights and cruelties. I don't think Tulsa is really a teenager. She's had to be an adult for a really long time. She's had to take care of herself. She's had to figure out where she's going to live, and pay her mortgage or gas. She thinks like an adult. There's this dynamic where she's almost parenting him in some ways. There's this very specific kind of thing where she's teaching him about the world (saying), "Get it together, these are people. Why are you doing it this way? Why aren't you being human?" [Our age difference] I think really helps the dynamic. It's not something I really pay attention to. Each of out characters were deeply personable, instantly recognisable with their distinct voices as we hear from each perspective; the switches happening smoothly, quietly telling us that they are all part of something larger if we can just find the link. All of them are suffering with something, looking for a way out but never really knowing what that could look like. The relationships between them grew beautifully, a connection and bond forming not only over their shared experiences but something much more meaningful as they recognise something within each other. She would notice how people’s faces turned slightly upward when they stared at the sea, as if they were straining to see a trace of God or were hearing the silent humming of the universe; she would notice how, at the beach, people’s faces became soft and wistful, reminding her of the expressions on the faces of the sweet old dogs that roamed the streets of Bombay. As if they were all sniffing the salty air for transcendence, for something that would allow them to escape the familiar prisons of their own skin.”