Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri
Published in 2008 by Bloomsbury, 335 pages

Years ago I received Lahiri’s first collection of short stories, “Interpreter of Maladies”, as a present and have read it more than a dozen times until today. I like her writings a lot, and could not resist to buy her new book in English when I was abroad last year. In contrast to the first one her new one focuses more on the children of Indian immigrants and their struggle to find their place while trying to connect India and America. I loved all the stories, except for one which just did not catch me. Lahiri writes in a very beautiful way about sad events enfolding, struggles with identity and finding one’s place during adolescence, the relationship between aging parents and children growing up.

I read it actually a couple of months ago, and in order for this short post decided to read it again which was so worth it.

The first three sentences:

“After her mother’s death, Ruma’s father retired from the pharmaceutical company where he had worked for many decades and began traveling in Europe, a continent he’d never seen. In the past year he had visited France, Holland, and most recently Italy. They were package tours, traveling in the company of strangers, riding by bus through the countryside, each meal and museum and hotel prearranged.”