Mysteries abound here — enigmas of identity and betrayal, long-buried secret transactions leading to quests — for a lost child, an abandoned wife, a missing mother… The Bones of Grace has a narrative as fragmented as a scattered jigsaw, initially puzzling, with seemingly disparate stories slowly coming together one by one, until the moment a last piece clicks sweetly into place to give us the revelation of a perfect, satisfying whole.
The book is conceived as a love letter from Zubaida, a young Bangladeshi palaeontologist at Harvard, to Elijah, a stranger who comforts her when she weeps at a Shostakovich concert. Love at first sight, but bad timing: she’s leaving to join a much-coveted expedition to Pakistan, to dig for the skeleton of Ambulocetus, the ‘walking whale’, an intriguing evolutionary blip. The dig is halted when the Pakistan military storm in and arrest (possibly murder) one of the team. Traumatised, Zubaida retreats to Dhaka, enveloped by her affluent family and wedded to the ‘suitable boy’ they always intended her to marry.
Zubaida is suspended in limbo, caught between different worlds and conflicting loyalties; between her husband and the man who could change her destiny.
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