Calcutta in 1836: an uneasy mix of two worlds - the patient, implacably unchangeable India and the tableau vivant of English life created of imperialism's desperation. This is where Lady Eleanor, her sister Harriet, and her brother, Henry - the newly appointed Governor-General of the colony - arrive after a harrowing sea journey "from Heaven, across the world, to Hell." But none of them will find India hellish in anticipated ways, and some - including Harriet and, against her better judgement, Eleanor - will find an irresistible and endlessly confounding heaven.In Lady Eleanor - whose story is based on actual diaries - we have a keenly intelligent and observant narrator. Her descriptions of her profoundly unfamiliar world are vivid and sensual. The stultifying heat, the sensuous relief of the monsoon rains, the aromas and colors of the gardens and marketplaces, the mystifying grace and silence of the Indians themselves all come to rich life on the page. When she, Harriet, Henry, and ten thousand soldiers and servants make a three-year trek to the Punjab from Calcutta under Henry's failing leadership, Eleanor's impressions of the people and landscape are deepened, charged by her own revulsion and exaltation: "My life," she says, "once a fastidious nibble, has turned into an endless disorderly feast."Harriet, whose passivity conceals a dazed openness to the true India, and Henry, with his frightened adherence to the crumbling ideals of empire, become foils to Eleanor's slow but inexorable seduction. Read Less