A solid tale of the life of Gogol Ganguli, born in Boston to Bengali parents in the late 1960s, coming to terms with America and his Indian background. I enjoyed it a lot; it’s basically an account of a complex love life against a complex cultural background, and Lahiri caught me out with a couple of the plot develoments. Recommended.
Many thanks for posting this. I have, of course read Pepys but reckon I would enjoy reading it here in diary chunks.
Have added this account.
kind regards
Jim