Yesterday morning i finished The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri. Lahiri won the Pulitzer Prize in the year 2000 for her first book, a short story collection called The Interpreter of Maladies. This woman is an amazing writer and, as you can see in the above photo, a raving beauty too. how fair is that? G took the short stories to Denver with her for the holiday, or i'd be reading them right now. she says they're fantastic. i don't have time to devote to writing a review of this novel, the next two weeks are going to be singularly busy ones. so, i refer you to Amy Reiter's review of it on Salon.com. she doesn't really mention the heartbreak i felt several times in this book, so perhaps she didn't feel it. the title character's (Gogol Gangulis, named for the russian writer of stories) relationship with his father was the cause of my pain. the immigrant parents, the first-generation children growing up torn between two cultures....Amy Tan has explored this great divide so beautifully in her books about chinese mothers and daughters...but here we have a look at it from an indian father and son's perspective.
so many books, so little time. therefore i try to read books i'm pretty sure i'll at least like, hopefully love. it's a luxury, but it leads to boringly glowing reviews. i loved this book. i hope you do too.
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HOW DO YOU DO IT? How do you read so quickly? and still see films and eat copious (?) amounts of good Mexican food? I am living and reading vicariously through you--so when you pick up a book you might usually be drawn to--that is me, begging you to read it and report back to us out here. Well, you are not online now--so we can only guess what you are up to :-)
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