PRAISE FOR AMULYA MALLADIS BOOKS
Malladi ( The Mango Season , 2003) examines Indias surrogacy industry with honesty and grace. This slice of life will touch all women who have struggled with conception and/or poverty. This thought-provoking novel will be a sure hit with book groups.
Booklist (Starred Review) on A House for Happy Mothers
Malladi ( The Mango Season ) writes a poignant novel from two difficult perspectives that spans several complex and often controversial topics. This title would make a great book club selection.
Library Journal on A House for Happy Mothers
Compelling and filled with insight. [Amulya] Malladis voice is layered, and her empathetic powers highly developed. Indian surrogacy is a crucially important and little-considered subject, and Malladis novel is thoughtful, enlightening, and moving.
Leslee Udwin, BAFTA award-winning filmmaker of East Is East and Indias Daughter on A House for Happy Mothers
A subtly nuanced and compassionate look at the controversial rent a womb industry, Amulya Malladis book is timely and illuminating.
Nayana Currimbhoy, author of Miss Timmins School for Girls on A House for Happy Mothers
A House for Happy Mothers shines an unblinking light on the business of surrogacy in India, and the emotional fallout. Can anything balance the inequality of power between a poor surrogate and a biological mother? A husband and wife in an arranged marriage? A mother and daughter struggling with years of perceived disappointment? Compelling and realistic, Amulya Malladis latest release is the perfect choice for book clubs, and any reader with a questioning mind and an open heart.
Lorrie Thomson, author of A Measure of Happiness and Whats Left Behind on A House for Happy Mothers
A sensitive exploration of the emotional terrain of motherhood and the socio-economic complexities of our global world. Amulya Malladis novel contains no villains or heroes, just breathing, living characters who will draw you into their heartbreak.
Shilpi Somaya Gowda, New York Times bestselling author of Secret Daughter and The Golden Son on A House for Happy Mothers
In this timely contemporary novel, Malladi describes the important and controversial issue of surrogate pregnancy with a light and masterful [hand]. Readers will find their hearts deeply touched by the longings of the two women who become inextricably intertwined in this process of giving and receiving the ultimate giftthe birth of a child.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, author of The Palace of Illusions and Before We Visit the Goddess on A House for Happy Mothers
A quietly powerful story about a young Afghani woman adjusting to a new life in Denmark. Malladis story of two wounded people beset by prejudice has a ring of authenticity. The Sound of Language is finely written, spare but eloquent, sensitive but free of false sentiment.
The Boston Globe on The Sound of Language
Amulya Malladis captivating fourth novel, Song of the Cuckoo Bird , is the story of one womans life in modern India, reflecting changes in the status of that nations women over the last 40-odd years. An intelligent, absorbing novel.
The Boston Globe on Song of the Cuckoo Bird
An honest look at how a young Hindu woman, torn between two cultures, reconnects with her family and, more important, with herself. The twist at the end is a bonus. Malladis third novel will definitely appeal to many readers.
Library Journal (Starred Review) on Serving Crazy with Curry
The Mango Season touches on a very human conflict with delicacy and humor. [This] is a lovely novel, filled with the small details and sensual evocations of life in India without neglecting the claustrophobic aspect of that life.
The Washington Times on The Mango Season
[ A Breath of Fresh Air ] is a complex exploration of love, recrimination and forgiveness... Malladis subject is... compelling. The victims of the accident now total 14,000, a number Malladi humanizes by keeping her story intimate.
TIME on A Breath of Fresh Air
ALSO BY AMULYA MALLADI
A House for Happy Mothers
The Sound of Language
Song of the Cuckoo Bird
Serving Crazy with Curry
A Breath of Fresh Air
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For Soren and Tobias, for all that I am and all that I hope to be
Contents
Happiness Is a Mango
Dont kill yourself if you get pregnant was my mothers advice to me when I was fifteen years old and a classmate of mine was rumored to have committed suicide because she was with child.
Along with the firm advice that I shouldnt commit suicide was the adviceor rather the orderthat I shouldnt have sex until I was married and that I should marry the man of her choice, not mine.
Even though I was raised in a society where arranged marriage was the norm, I always thought it was barbaric to expect a girl of maybe twenty-one years to marry a man she knew even less than the milkman, who, for the past decade, had been mixing water with the milk he sold her family.
I had escaped arranged marriage by coming to the United States to do a masters in computer sciences at Texas A&M, by conveniently finding a job in Silicon Valley, and then by inventing several excuses not to go to India.
Now, seven years later, I had run out of excuses.
What are you looking forward to the most? Nick asked as we were parked on the 101 South carpool lane on our way to the San Francisco International Airport.
HAPPINESS, I said without hesitation.
Summer, while I was growing up, was all about mangoes. Ripe, sweet mangoes that dripped juices down your throat, down your neck. The smell of a ripe mango would still evoke my taste buds, my memories, and for a while, I would be a child again, and it would be a hot summer day in India.
There was more to a mango than taste. My brother Natarajan, whom we all called Nate because it was faster to pronounce, and I, would always fight over the sticky stone at the center of the mango. If Ma was planning to chop one mango for lunch, the battle for the stone would begin at breakfast. Sucking on the sticky stone while holding it with bare hands was the most pleasurable thing one could do with a mango. Nate and I called the mango stone HAPPINESS.
HAPPINESS was a concept. A feeling. Triumph over a sibling. I had forgotten all about HAPPINESS until Nicks rather pertinent question.
Its like drinking a pint of Guinness in the office after tax season, I said in explanation when he didnt seem to grasp the fundamentals of HAPPINESS.
Nick the Accountant nodded in total understanding. But there isnt going to be much HAPPINESS in your trip once you tell the family about the handsome and humble American youre involved with.
When I first came to the United States, if anyone had told me I would be dating, living with, and then engaged to an American, I would have scoffed. Seven years later, I wore a pretty little diamond on my ring finger and carried in my heart the security only a good relationship could provide.