Hullabaloo in the guava orchard

Kiran Desai

Faber and Faber, #14.99

Indian writing has become so fashionable publishing houses vie with each other to find the next Booker winner. Into this fray has entered the much-heralded Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard, the debut novel by 27-year-old Kiran Desai, daughter of the acclaimed writer Anita Desai.

An extract was published in The New Yorker magazine last year, while Salman Rushdie, in the introduction to The Vintage Book of Indian Writing 1947-1997, described Desai's prose as ''lush and intensely imagined''.

Yes, it's well written and funny in parts. The story is set in Shahkot, a town in middle India. Here reside the Chawlas, a ''model'' family. Chawla Senior works in a bank; his wife Kulfi has produced a son and can now, safely, indulge her obsession for creating weird recipes. And there is our hero, 20-year-old Sampath, a lazy daydreamer.

His sister, Pinki, is an astute modern woman who wants more out of life. Suddenly, Sampath is sacked from his job as a menial post office clerk, which his father had used his influence to obtain. Why? Because he behaves outrageously at the wedding of the daughter of the head of the post office by dressing up in women's clothes and then stripping with gay (no pun intended) abandon. Why does he do it? We never know, but no matter.

Next thing, he's up in a guava tree and refuses to come down. Much to his consternation he is proclaimed a guru. (Here are slight touches of R K Narayan's The Guide, and you feel optimistic, but this is shortlived.)

Sampath is well qualified for the job. He has spent many hours at the post office reading other people's mail and is privy to their private lives.

Also he has a penchant for spouting homilies: ''Add lemons to milk and it will grow sour, but add some sugar . . . how good will that milk taste.'' Chawla Senior spots a business opportunity and seizes it with gusto.

Pilgrims have to pay to receive a ''darshan'' (blessing).

Enter a disguised spy from the Branch to Uncover Fraudulent Holy Men (BUFHM), determined to expose the guru as a fake. So far so good. Then it appears the author does not know what to do with her creation, so a bunch of monkeys with a liking for alcohol are dispatched to wreak havoc into this idyll. The plot goes a bit haywire and the ending is unsatisfactory. In fact, the sub-plot of Pinki's dogged pursuit of the Hungry Hop boy who sells ice-cream is more interesting than the main narrative.

The characters and their idiosyncrasies are fascinating. But just when the reader wants to get into the minutiae of their lives, our author meanders off into eloquent phrases which add nothing to the story. Frustrating!