The story gives an insight into the obstacles and adjustments that have to be made by immigrants and it's somehow a sad book, but I enjoyed it immensely.
Lahiri writes with great empathy and a beautiful lyrical style, small details illuminate every page of the book.
Though the main character, Gogol-Nikhil Ganguli, is the centre of the narrative, his mother Ashima won my sympathy and affection. I felt very close to her.
“For being a foreigner, Ashima is beginning to realize, is a sort of lifelong pregnancy – a perpetual wait, a constant burden, a continuous feeling out of sorts. It is an ongoing responsibility, a parenthesis in what had once been an ordinary life, only to discover that the previous life has vanished, replaced by something more complicated and demanding. Like pregnancy, being a foreigner, Ashima believes, is something that elicits the same curiosity from strangers, the same combination of pity and respect.”
Ms. Lahiri is a wonderful writer. The story is told with great empathy; her style is crystal-clear.
reread this year and what a pleasure - like finding old friends - so interesting to compare Gogel's and his families conflicts/comprehension of living with two cultures, and still advancing in one but eventually coming back to the other.
The book was about the generation gap between Gogol and his parents. how he try to escape from his name and culture, and how he finally realize and accept it in the end.