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The Namesake: A Novel Hardcover – September 16, 2003
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Any talk of The Namesake--Jhumpa Lahiri's follow-up to her Pulitzer Prize-winning debut, Interpreter of Maladies--must begin with a name: Gogol Ganguli. Born to an Indian academic and his wife, Gogol is afflicted from birth with a name that is neither Indian nor American nor even really a first name at all. He is given the name by his father who, before he came to America to study at MIT, was almost killed in a train wreck in India. Rescuers caught sight of the volume of Nikolai Gogol's short stories that he held, and hauled him from the train. Ashoke gives his American-born son the name as a kind of placeholder, and the awkward thing sticks.
Awkwardness is Gogol's birthright. He grows up a bright American boy, goes to Yale, has pretty girlfriends, becomes a successful architect, but like many second-generation immigrants, he can never quite find his place in the world. There's a lovely section where he dates a wealthy, cultured young Manhattan woman who lives with her charming parents. They fold Gogol into their easy, elegant life, but even here he can find no peace and he breaks off the relationship. His mother finally sets him up on a blind date with the daughter of a Bengali friend, and Gogol thinks he has found his match. Moushumi, like Gogol, is at odds with the Indian-American world she inhabits. She has found, however, a circuitous escape: "At Brown, her rebellion had been academic ... she'd pursued a double major in French. Immersing herself in a third language, a third culture, had been her refuge--she approached French, unlike things American or Indian, without guilt, or misgiving, or expectation of any kind." Lahiri documents these quiet rebellions and random longings with great sensitivity. There's no cleverness or showing-off in The Namesake, just beautifully confident storytelling. Gogol's story is neither comedy nor tragedy; it's simply that ordinary, hard-to-get-down-on-paper commodity: real life. --Claire Dederer
From Publishers Weekly
One of the most anticipated books of the year, Lahiri's first novel (after 1999's Pulitzer Prize-winning Interpreter of Maladies) amounts to less than the sum of its parts. Hopscotching across 25 years, it begins when newlyweds Ashoke and Ashima Ganguli emigrate to Cambridge, Mass., in 1968, where Ashima immediately gives birth to a son, Gogol-a pet name that becomes permanent when his formal name, traditionally bestowed by the maternal grandmother, is posted in a letter from India, but lost in transit. Ashoke becomes a professor of engineering, but Ashima has a harder time assimilating, unwilling to give up her ties to India. A leap ahead to the '80s finds the teenage Gogol ashamed of his Indian heritage and his unusual name, which he sheds as he moves on to college at Yale and graduate school at Columbia, legally changing it to Nikhil. In one of the most telling chapters, Gogol moves into the home of a family of wealthy Manhattan WASPs and is initiated into a lifestyle idealized in Ralph Lauren ads. Here, Lahiri demonstrates her considerable powers of perception and her ability to convey the discomfort of feeling "other" in a world many would aspire to inhabit. After the death of Gogol's father interrupts this interlude, Lahiri again jumps ahead a year, quickly moving Gogol into marriage, divorce and a role as a dutiful if a bit guilt-stricken son. This small summary demonstrates what is most flawed about the novel: jarring pacing that leaves too many emotional voids between chapters. Lahiri offers a number of beautiful and moving tableaus, but these fail to coalesce into something more than a modest family saga. By any other writer, this would be hailed as a promising debut, but it fails to clear the exceedingly high bar set by her previous work.
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Lahiri is a master of exploring the experience of being torn between two worlds, at home in neither.
There is nothing like historical fiction and/or stories incorporating other cultures, traditions and mindsets.
Ms. Lahiri has the gift of interpreting a fine story along with all.
The Namesake, one Gogol Ganguli, son of Bengali immigrants, Ashima and Ashroke, spends his life attempting to reinvent himself, his name and heritage in order to...what?
Gogol and all the characters are relatable, understood and add to the complexity we all have in our close and extended relationships.
I cared, absorbed, and was enlightened with culture and new insights.
I quite enjoyed this journey through one family's story. The gentle way time passed, the incredible amount of description provided that lets you really see and feel the environment and people, the daily wear of life. I would say this book is like a stream that meanders quietly down a path with a few bends along the way. It is not my usual genre (my books usually have blood or sizze in them!) but I was gradually enchanted and persuaded to appreciate this due to the wonderful writing and the emotion I attached to the characters. I felt real pain when certain events happened - and a keen sense of disappointment and loss. I don't want to give the impression it is a depressing story - although it has enough realism to keep it far out of the fantasy realm - yet the ups and downs of life happen as the characters go through school, jobs, friends.
Enjoyable. Not a quick read for me surprisingly - I really paid attention to each word and took a few breaks to digest the story. It felt like that is the way I was supposed to read it - more of a casual sipping than a full fledged devouring. I will pick up more by this author!
I was also a bit disappointed with the writing in this book. The plot relies much too heavily on catastrophe - over and over again, the characters are set on a new path when an unexpected death occurs. Flashbacks were frequent and seemed sort of a lazy way to tell the reader something that should have been mentioned much earlier. The ending, to me, felt maudlin and overstated.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed the read, and I think it might make for a good book club selection - there's a lot to talk about from this story, and Lahiri delivers it competently.