Collapse<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/aside>\n\n\n\nWhen it honored the book, the Jewish Book Council applauded it for a \u201cprofoundly moving vision\u201d of the possibility of connection among people who have suffered from oppression and catastrophe. The judges also raised a question that goes to the heart of Chakrabarti\u2019s work: \u201cWhat does it mean to be a person in this world, to love, to remember, to try to act on behalf of both justice and decency?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That speaks to what Chakrabarti considers the power of stories\u2009\u2014\u2009their ability to envision different possibilities, including worlds where people can cross lines of geography, culture and identity and still find a home. He continued to explore that in his second book, which includes stories about a closeted gay man in Kolkata, an adult child using a shared love of painting to reconnect with her dying father and a couple wrestling with adoption.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think writing, at its core, is an empathy machine,\u201d he says. \u201cYou read a book, and I think you become more empathetic. And if you are reading about people who are from another place, another country, if we\u2019re talking about countries that tend to have a lot of war, you\u2019re going to have more of a sense of why they are coming, why they are leaving that conflict, and I think that\u2019s going to open your heart a little bit more.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false,"raw":"\n\n\n\n\n
When Jai Chakrabarti \u201901 published his first novel in 2021, he dedicated it to \u201canyone who\u2019s crossed a border in search of home.\u201d Chakrabarti knows the feeling. When he was growing up, his family split their time between their native India and a series of small towns in North Carolina. He also saw it in the harrowing experiences of his wife\u2019s family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was thinking of my own grandparents, who fled what is now Bangladesh for India,\u201d says Chakrabarti. \u201cThey were fleeing religious persecution. I was also thinking of my wife\u2019s grandmother, who has now since passed away, but she was a survivor of Auschwitz and was able to . . . finally settle into Los Angeles and make a beautiful family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was also thinking, more broadly, of the thousands and millions of refugees we have who are struggling to find a home because of various political conflicts around the world.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chakrabarti explored that universal search for home\u2009\u2014\u2009as well as heightened sensibilities about identity\u2009\u2014\u2009as he wrote A Play for the End of the World<\/em>, and a more recent collection of short stories, A Small Sacrifice for an Enormous Happiness<\/em>, both of which received critical acclaim. The novel was a recipient of a National Jewish Book Award, and The New York Times<\/em> described the collection of stories as \u201cexquisite\u201d and \u201cimpeccable.\u201d The stories explore attempts to build relationships and families across different countries, cultures and religions, while the novel is a work of historical fiction about a survivor of Poland\u2019s Warsaw Ghetto during World War II and his quest to find home in such disparate locations as New York City and a small village in India.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\nChakrabarti, 44, lives with his wife and eight-year-old son in New York\u2019s Hudson Valley. In addition to his writing, Chakrabarti has a full-time job as a senior director of engineering at Spotify, the popular streaming music and podcast service. His two roles are reflected in his education\u2009\u2014\u2009he earned a degree in computer science at NC State before going on to earn a master\u2019s degree in creative writing at Brooklyn College.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The constant juggling is second nature to Chakrabarti, who grew up in Kolkata (the former Calcutta) and learned to read and write in Bengali before learning English. Chakrabarti was comfortable with computers at an early age, designing his first video game when he was 10 or 11 years old. He was also drawn to Charles Dickens and Rabindranath Tagore, an acclaimed Bengali author, poet and playwright, and would write and illustrate his own stories. He found inspiration in a great uncle who loved to tell stories. \u201cA lot of my appreciation of storytelling comes from him,\u201d he says, \u201cjust hearing how he constructed a story and how he welcomed everyone in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chakrabarti was nine years old when his family\u2009\u2014\u2009his parents are university professors, as is his older sister\u2009\u2014\u2009moved to the United States. It was the first time he wrestled with his own notion of home. The family would spend the school year in America before returning to India each summer, a ritual that Chakrabarti continued through his years at NC State. \u201cMy sense is that most immigrants probably feel torn between two cultures and two countries,\u201d he says. \u201cI know I did. I didn\u2019t feel completely at home in America and I didn\u2019t feel completely at home in India either.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy sense is that most immigrants probably feel torn between two cultures and two countries. I know I did. I didn\u2019t feel completely at home in America, and I didn\u2019t feel completely at home in India either.\u201d \u2014Jai Chakrabarti \u201901<\/p><\/div><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\nWhile in America, other kids poked fun at his differences, calling him \u201cchocolate bar\u201d rather than Chakrabarti. He remembers going into a convenience store as a teenager, only to have the owner follow him around as he walked down the aisles. While he was a top student in his American schools, he was behind (particularly in math) when he attended summer school in India. \u201cThere was an awareness,\u201d he says, \u201cthat, okay, I\u2019m someone different from most of the other people that I was around.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No matter where he was\u2009\u2014\u2009or what challenges he was encountering\u2009\u2014\u2009Chakrabarti always knew where he could find refuge. \u201cI had stories,\u201d he says. \u201cI had books, and I had the ability to write. Those were really, really essential tools for me. I don\u2019t think I could have survived without it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\nJai Chakrabarti \u201901 was joined by author Jill McCorkle, a member of the faculty in NC State's creative writing graduate program, during a reading last summer at So & So Books in downtown Raleigh.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n<\/section>\n<\/section>\n\n\n\nDespite that draw toward storytelling, Chakrabarti acquiesced to his parents\u2019 desire for him to get a practical degree that would help him get a job. But even as he found technology jobs that he enjoyed, Chakrabarti never stopped writing. When he moved to New York City, he was active in groups that discussed poetry and writing, and it was there that he met his wife, a poet named Elana Bell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI see him first and foremost as an artist,\u201d says Bell. \u201cThat\u2019s how we connected and the way we bonded and fell in love. At the same time, he\u2019s always had a job in tech. I\u2019ve been impressed by his ability to hold both of those identities. I don\u2019t think it\u2019s easy, but he does it well and fluidly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But forming his own family was not without its challenges. Chakrabarti and Bell, who is Jewish, come from cultures where there is often skepticism, at best, of marrying an \u201coutsider.\u201d \u201cBoth of us come from close-knit families,\u201d Bell says. \u201cWe both carry a lot from our families, in terms of closeness and spending time together and in terms of drawing on the different aspects of our culture.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Drawing on each other\u2019s culture led directly to Chakrabarti\u2019s novel. During an extended visit to Jerusalem, Chakrabarti and Bell went to Yad Vashem: The World Holocaust Remembrance Center. One exhibit, about art in the ghettos where Jewish residents were forced to live, told the story of a Polish educator and author named Janusz Korczak and his decision to stage a performance of a Bengali play in an orphanage in the Warsaw Ghetto. Chakrabarti had read the play, which was written by Tagore, one of his favorite authors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\nChakrabarti enjoys lunch at his parents\u2019 house in Elon, N.C., with (left to right) his wife, Elana Bell; mother, Chandana Chakrabarti; father, Kisor Chakrabarti; and son, Surya Elijah Bell-Chakrabarti.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n<\/section>\n<\/section>\n\n\n\n\u201cI can count that day as one of the transformative days of my life,\u201d he says. \u201cHere I was, in Jerusalem, at a Holocaust museum, learning how a Bengali play had been performed in the Warsaw Ghetto. That kind of was what set off the research for the novel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The novel follows the main character, Jaryk, from his childhood in Poland and the atrocities of the Holocaust to his life in New York City, his friendship with someone he knew in Poland, his relationship with a woman from Mebane, N.C., and ultimately, his decision to stage the play in a rural village in India. It is a meshing of place, culture and conflict, with characters trying to find somewhere to call home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/div>
A Small Sacrifice For an Enormous Happiness<\/h2>\n\n The first story in Chakrabarti\u2019s collection tells the tale of Nikhil, a closeted gay man living in Kolkata in the 1980s as he tries to convince his lover, Sharma, that they should have a child together (with the help of his lover\u2019s wife).<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n
From his balcony, Nikhil waited and watched the street as hyacinth braiders tied floral knots, rum sellers hauled bags of ice, and the row of elderly typists, who\u2019d seemed elderly to him since he\u2019d been a boy, struck the last notes of their daily work. Beside him on the balcony, his servant, Kanu, plucked at the hair that grew from his ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKeep a lookout for babu,\u201d Nikhil shouted to Kanu. \u201cI\u2019ll check on the tea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kanu was so old he could neither see nor hear well, but he still accepted each responsibility with enthusiasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The tea was ready, as were the sweets, the whole conical pile of them\u2009\u2014\u2009the base layer of pistachio mounds, the center almond bars that Nikhil had rolled by hand himself, and on the top three lychees from the garden, so precariously balanced, a single misstep would have upset their delectable geometry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he returned to the balcony he saw Sharma walking up the cobbled lane, his oiled hair shining in the late afternoon light. The typists greeted him with a verse from a Bollywood number\u2009\u2014\u2009Sharma\u2019s boxer\u2019s jaw and darling eyes reminded the typists of an emerging movie star\u2009\u2014\u2009and Sharma shook his head and laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kanu limped downstairs to let Sharma in, and Nikhil waited in the living room while the two of them made their way up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd what is the special occasion?\u201d Sharma asked, eyeing the pile of confections with a boyish grin. Nikhil refused to say. He allowed Sharma to have his fill, watching with satisfaction as his fingers became honey-glazed from the offering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Afterward, when they lay on the great divan\u2009\u2014\u2009hand-carved and older than his mother\u2019s ghost\u2014Nikhil breathed deeply to calm his heart. He feared the words would be eaten in his chest, but he\u2019d been planning to tell Sharma for days, and there was no going back now. As evening settled, the air between them became heavy with the sweetness of secrecy, but secrecy had a short wick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy dearest, fairest boy,\u201d he said. \u201cI want our love to increase.\u201d Sharma raised his eyebrows, those lines thickly drawn, nearly fused. Who better than Sharma to know Nikhil\u2019s heart?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI desire to have a child with you,\u201d Nikhil said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nikhil had trouble reading Sharma\u2019s expression in the waning light, so he repeated himself. His fingers were shaking, but he took Sharma\u2019s hand anyway, gave it a squeeze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI heard you the first time,\u201d Sharma said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A rare cool wind had prompted Nikhil to turn off the ceiling fan, and now he could hear the rum sellers on the street enunciating prices in singsong Urdu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He touched Sharma\u2019s face, traced the line of his jaw, unsure still of how his lover had received his news. Likely, Sharma was still mulling\u2009\u2014\u2009he formed his opinions, Nikhil believed, at the pace the street cows strolled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nikhil waited out the silence as long as he could. \u201cListen,\u201d he finally said. \u201cThe country is changing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Excerpt from<\/em> A SMALL SACRIFICE FOR AN ENORMOUS HAPPINESS: STORIES by Jai Chakrabarti, copyright \u00a9 2023 by Jai Chakrabarti. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/span><\/span>Expand to read more<\/span>Collapse<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/aside>\n\n\n\nWhen it honored the book, the Jewish Book Council applauded it for a \u201cprofoundly moving vision\u201d of the possibility of connection among people who have suffered from oppression and catastrophe. The judges also raised a question that goes to the heart of Chakrabarti\u2019s work: \u201cWhat does it mean to be a person in this world, to love, to remember, to try to act on behalf of both justice and decency?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That speaks to what Chakrabarti considers the power of stories\u2009\u2014\u2009their ability to envision different possibilities, including worlds where people can cross lines of geography, culture and identity and still find a home. He continued to explore that in his second book, which includes stories about a closeted gay man in Kolkata, an adult child using a shared love of painting to reconnect with her dying father and a couple wrestling with adoption.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think writing, at its core, is an empathy machine,\u201d he says. \u201cYou read a book, and I think you become more empathetic. And if you are reading about people who are from another place, another country, if we\u2019re talking about countries that tend to have a lot of war, you\u2019re going to have more of a sense of why they are coming, why they are leaving that conflict, and I think that\u2019s going to open your heart a little bit more.\u201d<\/p>\n"},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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