Layered and nuanced, the 2023 Miles Franklin Award winner, in spite of its title, has unexpected depth as Shankari Chandran tackles not only ageing but family, identity, racism and the trauma of civil war.
Cinnamon Gardens is a Sydney age care home catering mostly, but not exclusively, for Sri Lankans. Housed in an imposing two-storey federation building with a modern wing attached to the rear, the home was established some 40 years earlier by Maya and Zakhar Ali with the support of a childless older uncle. As Tamils, the young couple had fled their Sinhalese-controlled country. But not unscarred. Maya’s much academically published father and his brilliant student Zakhar had been arrested and tortured, with her father dying in captivity. Zakhar continues to carry the trauma.
But such past information is revealed only slowly by Chandran, chosing initially to focus on the present day and the characters populating the home. Nestled in the quiet, multicultural (fictional) suburb of Westgrove in Sydney, Cinnamon Gardens is run by daughter Anji with long-time best friend Nikki the resident doctor and Maya in residence upstairs in the best room in the old building. Anji is married to child psychologist Nathan whilst Nikki is navigating a strained relationship with husband Gareth, a local councillor. They lost a child 12 months earlier. Alongside residents with colourful histories and their own secrets, the enigmatic cleaner, odd-job man and carer Ruben dips in and out of the narrative. A speaker of 10 languages, he too carries the traumas, emotional and physical, of Sri Lanka.
So well cared for, the waiting list is growing as residents refuse to die off in this safe oasis. But Cinnamon Gardens does not exist in a vacuum and external social politics and the rise of racism continually threatens – Ruben seems to be a constant target. Police indifference or powerlessness goes hand in hand with the rise of gutter politics – with Gareth, much to the disgust of Nikki, playing a significant part. Â
Chai Time at Cinnamon Gardens is a carefully modulated social commentary juxtaposing the extremes of the civil war between Tamils and Sinhalese with the presence of ever increasing malignant violence in Australia. The personal drives the response in driving a wedge between difference rather than celebrating or embracing it, resulting in devastating consequences for all concerned. But Chandran herself celebrates that difference, resulting in a novel that is not, on responding to its title, a wry tale of ageing residents with their malapropisms and forgetfulness. Instead, we are presented with an engaging, emotive, shocking, tough, empathic story of individuals, old and young, male and female with differences of background, culture and experience coming together literally under one roof.
(A fascinating companion piece to the mordantly funny 2022 Booker Prize Winning The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida by Shehan Karunatilaka and set in Sri Lanka itself).