Amidst all the business, I managed to read Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri.
And it was indeed fantastic. What I really liked about it was that its tone was never derogatory towards its characters even by mistake, which is a trap so easy to fall into, given the kind. Of characters she is depicting. Mostly immigrants and their cultural crisis. Instead she sympathizes with them really well. Her characters are very real and pleasing, despite the issues with their lives. I know “real characters” is so often used a phrase that it can almost be called misused.But I really mean it here.And pleasing? That’s kind of difficult to explain. Probably because of their genuineness. Probably because their depiction is so honest that you feel good about yourself – that confusions, crises are not solely your problems.
I am waiting to buy her other book.