I normally don’t have a lump in my throat after reading a book, but Unaccustomed Earth has left me feeling strangely sad. I’m usually not affected by stories or films I watch..but I’m surprising myself by writing about this.
Jhumpa Lahiri weaves yet another set of short stories which stay with you, atleast for a while. The last set of three stories with time jumps, narrated in first person from different perspectives is the most touching.
I actually felt bad towards the end. One of the few stories where you are eager to see the two characters to bump into each other.
Her earlier novels have already proved that she can describe Bengalis to the T. I wonder if she’ll be able to describe any other tribe that well.
Read it if you like short stories, subtle endings and little ironies that make life..