Interpreter of Maladies

A mark of a good short story comes with the moment when something in your gut sinks, like a penny in a wishing well; it's at once as deep and sad as it is hopeful, and there is something that rings eternally true about it. Each of these stories had that moment. In the interstices of each story, I would pause and feel sad not just for the human condition, but also the melancholy us mere mortals feel at the hands of true artistry, i.e. the awesome literary force that is Jhumpa Lahiri. These stories all involved Indian men and women, most of whom have emigrated to America, and their purgatories of straddling one world and another (figuratively, of course). It was especially delightful for me that most of the stories take place in New England so I could really lose myself in them, departing my reading chair for the sights and sounds of downtown Boston that I know so intimately. This is a book I will revisit, many times I'm sure - for now, I will smile a sleepy smile and enjoy the lingering sweetness on my tongue.