Whereabouts - Jhupa Lahiri
My Rating: 3/5
These days, I have decided to read all my favourite writers back to back till I finish all of their books before moving to any other Author. As per my personal record of the last 12 years, I haven’t read anything from Jhumpa Lahiri other than The Lowland that I read last month. Hence, as soon as I saw this in the book rack, I picked it up and jumped on it. Turns out, this is more of a reminiscing of a single woman in and from Italy, name unknown, city undisclosed, year unknown, but the good part was her words simply flowed like honey. Originally written in Italian, she herself translated it into English (thank God for that) for a wider audience like us. All the chapters are like 3-4 pages max, talking about where she eats breakfast, who she meets in places she regularly visits, and a very brief mention of a lover who, I guess, was married already. Basically, the whole 200-odd pages are nothing but the narrator travelling around an unnamed European city, contemplating her solitude (thanks, wiki). In the train journeys that take her to her mother, not much is said about her dead father. There is a brief encounter with her grandmother, even. But as I said, her words flow beautifully and keep it engaging for the reader. I predicted no set ending, and that's how it goes. Now that I have read this one, I am craving to go back to The Namesake at the earliest, followed by Interpreter of Maladies, whereas I have one more from her “In Other Words) which I believe is a collection of stories on my book rack.
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