Monday, June 24, 2019

When love comes first

Arranged marriages remain a mystery to most of us who live in cultures where young singles are expected to find their own spouses. Farahad Zama's 2008 novel The Marriage Bureau for Rich People helps to erase some of this mystery.

The story, set in India, tells of a retiree named Hyder Ali who, looking for something to do, sets up a marriage bureau in his home. The business becomes an unexpected success, helping many families find suitable mates for their sons or daughters, nephews or nieces, even brothers or sisters. By suitable, they usually mean someone of the right caste (in the case of Hindus), someone who can afford a proper dowry, someone who has the right kind of job and lives in the right area. Families would prefer their daughters not have to move into a home where their mother-in-law lives. Rich people don't want daughters-in-law who want to work. Being previously married, whether widowed or divorced, usually disqualifies a candidate. And everyone it seems wants a match with "fair skin," meaning light skin.

One part of Ali's success is that he preaches compromise. Finding someone who checks off every box may be impossible. First decide what's most important, he says, then make allowances for the rest.

Another part of his success is Aruna, the young woman he hires to assist him and who quickly become indispensable, not just to the office but to the novel itself. In fact, what begins as Ali's story soon turns into Aruna's story.

She comes from a relatively poor family, and because of her father's medical bills there is no money for either Aruna or her younger sister to get married. Aruna needs the job to support her family, never imagining that she might find her own husband through the marriage bureau.

A love marriage is frowned upon, even scandalous, in this culture where marriage comes first, love later. So what happens when love comes first? Zama shows us in this always fascinating, ever pleasurable, constantly informative story.

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