Major Ernest Pettigrew (retired) leads a quiet life in the village of St. Mary, England, until his brother's death sparks an unexpected friendship with Mrs. Jasmina Ali, the Pakistani shopkeeper from the village. Drawn together by their shared love of literature and the loss of their respective spouses, the Major and Mrs. Ali soon find their friendship blossoming into something more. But will their relationship survive in a society that considers Ali a foreigner?
There was something quite charming about this book. Major Pettigrew appears to be a sweet old man on the surface, but beneath he’s quite opinionated, and more than a little dismayed at some of the changes in his life. His brother has passed away, his son appears ready to dispel with the family estate, and the pastoral view behind his home is in danger of disappearing. The sometimes-shy-sometimes-bold Mrs. Ali (an also-widowed foreigner) seems to be a perfect match for him, but others in his staunchly conservative traditional countryside town have different ideas.
This book has a lot to say about family, race, religion, age, and tolerance. The young in the story have much to learn from the old, and vice versa. The English countryside setting is relaxing, despite being a little stressful for its inhabitants. The concept of manor homes and Lords and family estates is a bit foreign to most of us in the U.S., but I think that’s part of what lends the setting its charm.
I really liked Major Pettigrew. He’s old-fashioned, yet forward thinking. Gentle, yet cranky. Intelligent, yet frighteningly obtuse at times. He really is the star of the story, and not just because his name’s on the cover.
I wouldn’t call this an exciting read, but it was certainly a good one. It was unanimously liked in my book club, and that’s not easy to find.
