One of Rumer Godden’s India novels.
Blaise and Mary, a young honeymooning couple who married hastily and do not seem very well suited for each other visit a hotel on India’s Coromandel Coast. Mary starts to fall in love with India and gets swept up with a candidate in a local election. By turns funny, romantic and profound, a bittersweet tragedy. Echoes of Shakespeare abound—not only the Tempest (as suggested by the title) but also Othello and perhaps a Midsummer Night’s dream. India isn’t a subject that draws me in on its own. In fact—perhaps because I didn’t like A Passage to India?—just the fact of a book’s being set in India is something I have to get over to make myself want to read it. But I’m glad I did. As with everything else by Godden, there is something here worth reading.