Davidar, one of the founders of Penguin India, wrote this multi-generational saga of a family in South India—Davidar’s home. It is an easy read, well-plotted, informative, and pleasant. It’s not an especially thought-provoking book. Davidar is good at showing social change, and although there is some food for thought, it has a relatively narrow focus and seems most intent on the depiction of lives and intrafamily dynamics. Its themes are expected and expectable, the story line largely unsurprising, and there is an attractive wistfulness or nostalgia running throughout. Davidar has created a quite believable world, interesting characters, and just enough suspense to keep the reader engaged. If I didn’t have a to-be-read list of many (or maybe I should write “MANY!”) other works that I expect to challenge me more, I’d find time for one of his two other novels. I enjoyed the book, I just think I might have enjoyed something else more. ( )

I didn't hate it, but I just could not connect with anything. It's more historical overview than story. ( )

In 1899, in the south Indian village of Chevathar, Solomon Dorai is contemplating the imminent destruction of his world and everything he holds dear. As the thalaivar, or headman, of Chevathar, he seeks to preserve the village from both catastrophe and change, and the decisions he makes will mark his family for generations to come.

it's always nice to be reminded that americans aren't the only racist imperialist assholes out there. i like getting some history with my fiction, so this was an interesting read. ( )

The House of Blue Mangos is a well told story of three generations of the "Dorai" family in South India, mostly in the modern day state of Tamil Nadu, but under the British Raj, the Madras Presidency. Davidar has a strong command of the sights, sounds, tastes and even smells of South India, and does a fantastic job of bringing these all to life. As a non-Indian currently living in South India I found that the book provided beautiful insights into the region while telling a good story.

The story itself is good, not great. As other reviewers have noted, the first section of the book about the first generation was by far the best told portion of the story. However, unlike some other reviewers, I did enjoy reading about the second and third generation of the Dorai family as Dravidar moves from village caste violence to "International caste violence" under the guise of Nationalism and WWII.

For the most part, Dravidar does a good job of developing the characters. The only flaw is his lack of fully explaining the decisions of the third-generation, Kannan. I often felt that his decisions were predictable and cliche, and Dravidar never fully explained how all of his decisions fit within the character mold Dravidar had developed for Kannan. His supposed "stubborn Dorai character" sometimes leads him to being fiercely loyal, and at other times led him to completely give up on certain relationships, but you never understood how that stubborness fully informed that decision.

Further, Dravidar could have made the book a bit more compelling by describing more of the changes to the South India region from the 1880s to 1946 (when the novel ends). To the reader, it almost seems as all customs and traditions remained completely static in village communities, which is certainly not accurate. Some of the characters could have fit within any generation of the story, which made it sometimes hard to believe that the novel was progressing through time. If there were no mentions of nationalism or WWII, the reader might completely forget that the story encompasses nearly a century.

In the end I thoroughly enjoyed this novel and recommend it. ( )