Continuing my quest, I read The Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri, which have actually been sitting on my shelf for quite a while. Still, better late than never right? Haha. Anywho, I underestimated the power of these short stories, particularly in grabbing my whole attention. Why? Because short stories don’t have the span of pages for steady plot-building and character development. Whether it’s set in America or in India, Lahiri’s characters exhibited to me what it felt like to be foreign in many ways imaginable, even in your own family. Immigrant life is told in the most real way possible by the diversity of characters and circumstances. However, these stories still transcend any cultural and ethnic aspects very similar to my previous read by Raymond Carver. For example, the first […]