The city of good death

Banaras, Varanasi, Kashi. India’s holy city on the banks of the Ganges has many names but holds one ultimate promise for Hindus. It is the place where pilgrims come for a good death, to be released from the cycle of reincarnation by purifying fire.
As the dutiful manager of a death hostel in Kashi, Pramesh welcomes the dying and assists the families bound for the funeral pyres that burn constantly on the ghats. ‘The soul is gone, the body is burnt, the time is past,’ he tells them. ‘Detach.’ After ten years in the timeless city, Pramesh can nearly persuade himself that here there is no past or future. He lives contentedly with his wife, Shobha, their young daughter, Rani, the hostel priests, his hapless but winning assistant, and the constant flow of families with their dying.
But one day the past arrives in the lifeless form of a man pulled from the river-a man with an uncanny resemblance to Pramesh. Called ‘twins’ in their childhood village, he and his cousin Sagar were inseparable until Pramesh left to see the world and Sagar stayed back to look after the land. After Pramesh married Shobha, defying his family’s wishes, a rift opened up between the cousins that he had long since tried to forget.
For Shobha, Sagar’s reemergence casts a shadow over the life she’s built for her family. Soon, an unwelcome guest takes up residence in the death hostel, the dying mysteriously continue to live and Pramesh is forced to confront his own ideas about death, rebirth and redemption.
Told in lush, vivid detail with an unforgettable cast of characters, The City of Good Death is a remarkable debut novel about family and love, memory and ritual, and the ways in which we honour the living and the dead.