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5: Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri
6: Londonstani by Gautam Malkani
So, okay, I like Jhumpa Lahiri. I really do. And I do plan to read her novel The Namesake (I loved the film version). But at some point while I was reading the stories in Unaccustomed Earth, I started to get impatient. I mean to say, there are only so many beautifully-crafted short stories about upper-middle-class high-caste Hindu Bengali heterosexual academics having wistful epiphanies about life as a second-generation Indian living in a city on the East Coast of the USA that I can read before I start wondering whether she can do anything else. I'd like to say I'm exaggerating, but, seriously, that's all she ever writes about! She does it beautifully, but halfway through Unaccustomed Earth I found myself longing for a story about a gay upper-middle-class high-caste Hindu Bengali academic having a wistful epiphany about life as a second-generation Indian living in a city on the East Coast of the USA. Or a lower-middle-class high-caste Hindu Bengali heterosexual having a wistful epiphany und so weiter. I mean, I kind of get the feeling that I could recreate a fairly accurate account of Lahiri's childhood and her parents' experiences moving to the US just on the basis of her stories, and while it never gets self-indulgent the way a lot of disguised autobiography does, it does get repetitive. I still like her writing, but if she doesn't start trying something different, she's in danger of growing stale.
So, anyway, after Unaccustomed Earth I felt the need for something that showed a different side of the Indian-diaspora experience, so I picked up Londonstani by Gautam Malkani. This was a good choice for two reasons:
a) it could not be more different than Jhumpa Lahiri's stories; and
b) it's really really really good.
Londonstani is a roller-coaster of a ride through saaarf London rudeboy gangsta territory: our main man is Jas, who used to be, in his own words, "a gimpy fuck", but now he hangs out with Hardjit (used to be Harjit but now it's got a D in 'cos he's well hard, innit?) and Ravi and Amit, ridin around in Ravi's mum's Beemer an checkin out all da fit ladies.
Erm, sorry. As you can tell, it's written (mostly) in phonetic dialect, which is incredibly hard to pull off, and Malkani does it beautifully, so much so that 20 pages in I was saying "innit?" at the end of every other sentence (at least in my head). It's funny and real and vivid and rattles along at a breathtaking pace; I laughed a lot reading this book, and towards the end I cried. The final twist is one of those did-not-see-it-coming things that makes all the little gaps in the narrative make sense. This book is brilliant.
6: Londonstani by Gautam Malkani
So, okay, I like Jhumpa Lahiri. I really do. And I do plan to read her novel The Namesake (I loved the film version). But at some point while I was reading the stories in Unaccustomed Earth, I started to get impatient. I mean to say, there are only so many beautifully-crafted short stories about upper-middle-class high-caste Hindu Bengali heterosexual academics having wistful epiphanies about life as a second-generation Indian living in a city on the East Coast of the USA that I can read before I start wondering whether she can do anything else. I'd like to say I'm exaggerating, but, seriously, that's all she ever writes about! She does it beautifully, but halfway through Unaccustomed Earth I found myself longing for a story about a gay upper-middle-class high-caste Hindu Bengali academic having a wistful epiphany about life as a second-generation Indian living in a city on the East Coast of the USA. Or a lower-middle-class high-caste Hindu Bengali heterosexual having a wistful epiphany und so weiter. I mean, I kind of get the feeling that I could recreate a fairly accurate account of Lahiri's childhood and her parents' experiences moving to the US just on the basis of her stories, and while it never gets self-indulgent the way a lot of disguised autobiography does, it does get repetitive. I still like her writing, but if she doesn't start trying something different, she's in danger of growing stale.
So, anyway, after Unaccustomed Earth I felt the need for something that showed a different side of the Indian-diaspora experience, so I picked up Londonstani by Gautam Malkani. This was a good choice for two reasons:
a) it could not be more different than Jhumpa Lahiri's stories; and
b) it's really really really good.
Londonstani is a roller-coaster of a ride through saaarf London rudeboy gangsta territory: our main man is Jas, who used to be, in his own words, "a gimpy fuck", but now he hangs out with Hardjit (used to be Harjit but now it's got a D in 'cos he's well hard, innit?) and Ravi and Amit, ridin around in Ravi's mum's Beemer an checkin out all da fit ladies.
Erm, sorry. As you can tell, it's written (mostly) in phonetic dialect, which is incredibly hard to pull off, and Malkani does it beautifully, so much so that 20 pages in I was saying "innit?" at the end of every other sentence (at least in my head). It's funny and real and vivid and rattles along at a breathtaking pace; I laughed a lot reading this book, and towards the end I cried. The final twist is one of those did-not-see-it-coming things that makes all the little gaps in the narrative make sense. This book is brilliant.
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Date: 2009-04-13 02:14 pm (UTC)I agree with your thoughts on Londonstani. I was cracking up all the way through the book and, after reading that final twist, I really had to go back and read the entire book a few times to understand how it all still works. :D
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Date: 2009-04-13 06:59 pm (UTC)I cracked up because its so true!
Thanks for the Londonstani review, that goes on the to be read list.
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