I had high hopes for A Marriage of a Thousand Lies by SJ Sindu as it seemed like a story I would enjoy. The description billed the story as about a Sri Lankan couple, Lucky and Kris, hiding the fact that they are gay by marrying each other but still being able to pursue other relationships. But this novel wasn’t really about the marriage at all. It was about Lucky who goes to visit her mother and her ill grandmother and then becomes involved (again) with her high school friend who is about to get married. Lucky continually puts herself at risk of being discovered, to the point where I couldn’t decide if it was youthful stupidity or if she wanted a way out of her lie. If the latter was the case, I wanted the author to just get it over with and if it was the former, well, I just thought that made it a weak story.
There were parts of the novel where the writing flowed eloquently and I could almost forget my other issues with the novel, but the problems were greater than the short passages of eloquence that would have made for a lovely short story. The novel was littered with continuity errors – was it hot or was it cold, it went back and forth and I need to know so that I can imagine the characters in that environment. Lucky and Kris have sex once when she returns home for a short visit and they decide that maybe a baby would be a good idea. Lucky then anxiously awaits her period after returning to her mother’s home. What? Does the author not understand ovulation?
It was these kinds of details that made me frustrated with the novel coupled with never really getting a glimpse of Lucky and Kris’ marriage.