A lovely, lovely book. Though most of the chapters seemed depressing, with meaning though, the final chapter was the one that seals the narration wonderfully. I can't praise Lahiri enough for her specificity in detail and scene. How an epileptic lives alone in the storage room of a dingy apartment or how the Victorian survived both wars and lived to see man placing a flag on the moon.
Buy, or at least borrow, the Interpreter of Maladies. Really, it's worth it. Why, I'm all the more excited and inspired to write my own glimpses of Malaysian life after reading this.
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