I picked this up with hesitancy. I've read a lot of books about immigrints and how alienated they feel in the United States, how their culture conflicts, blah blah blah. It's really interesting during the first, second, third books, but slowly, you begin to realize-- they're all the same. The characters have nothing else on their minds but their old life compared the new. And it gets...
more I picked this up with hesitancy. I've read a lot of books about immigrints and how alienated they feel in the United States, how their culture conflicts, blah blah blah. It's really interesting during the first, second, third books, but slowly, you begin to realize-- they're all the same. The characters have nothing else on their minds but their old life compared the new. And it gets really annoying. Get the times! I want to shout. You're in America! Adapt! Just quit moping and brooding all the time! Whether they're from Russia or Iran or China or Vietnam, the characters have no other personalities than "Gosh, I feel so left out of American life!" So yes, this book didn't look too appealing. But I started reading. And guess what? It was great. The story of Ashima, Ashoke and Gogol are compelling, beautiful and just so achingly real. Lahiri's prose is simple, yet describes gorgeously. The smallest moments are characterized to perfection, such as Ashima's slipping into Ashoke's shoes, or Gogol's observations of Ruth. Simplicity gives this story a wholesome, very emotional feel. I began to tear up at a couple of parts, namely Ashoke's rescue at the train station, and the image of the paper fluttering out of his hand, as well as his "You remind me of everything that followed" to Gogol. Powerful lines and images are conjured during this novel. A lot of other books about immigrints, I feel, are written because the characters are immigrints. The Namesake is different. The story doesn't revolve around the fact they're foreigners, doesn't exist because they're foreigners, but it is simply a gorgeous story with foreigners as the main characters. They are people, not mindless slabs of "Aww, I feel left out." Each sentence provokes thought and imagery that fills you completely. It's a great, fantastic read that's thoughtful as well as beautiful.
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