At a café table in Lahore, a bearded Pakistani man converses with an uneasy American stranger. As dusk deepens to night, he begins the tale that has brought them to this fateful meeting . . .

Changez is living an immigrant’s dream of America. At the top of his class at Princeton, he is snapped up by the elite "valuation" firm of Underwood Samson. He thrives on the energy of New York, and his infatuation with elegant, beautiful Erica promises entry into Manhattan society at the same exalted level once occupied by his own family back in Lahore.

But in the wake of September 11, Changez finds his position in his adopted city suddenly overturned, and his budding relationship with Erica eclipsed by the reawakened ghosts of her past. And Changez’s own identity is in seismic shift as well, unearthing allegiances more fundamental than money, power, and maybe even love.


I definately missed something in this book, and do not think it was worthy of the high praise it received. While the writing was good, I felt there could have been so much more said. Perhaps because of my personal history bears too much resemblence to the story line, because I have known men who very easily could have been Changez (nice play on a name btw) I can see the "other" side a bit more than the casual reader. Am glad to say I have read it, but a bit disappointed.

This is a duplicate copy I recently found at a FOL sale, an sending as a RABCK to Erishkigal.

Enjoy!

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Thank you, oi-reader!! I just returned from a trip to AZ to visit friends, and this had arrived--maybe soon after I left, as it was near the bottom of the mail pile. I've "hit the ground running" at work, with a very short time before iour next show opens... so I don't dare start yet, I've too many props to build. But very soon, as I *really* want to read it. THANK TOU!

It seems I have a very bad habit of reading late nights in bed, and early while I drink my coffeee, then heading off to work, and not journalling books as I read them. I'll sit the book in near the computer and start another, which then ends up atop the earlier book, and so on. By the time there are several in the pile, the idea of journalling seems overwhelming, and so I procrastinate....

I read this late last fall, when exceptionally busy at the theater, not that that's a valid excuse for taking so long to write here. Like oi-reader, I felt vaguely dissatisfied with the book. But I don't know why. Was it because I felt the (highly praised) style to be too distancing? And is that cultural? Do I read to many fast flying mysteries and SF to properly 'get' literary fiction? I do know it's not the premise or the tale itself, which intrigued me.

personally, I am appalled by "our" treatment of of immigrants and all "others."
Twenty years on the Arizona/Mexico border has shown me too much of this, even way before 9-11. And I am horrified by the wall we have erected..

I am glad to have read this, and would like to give it another go; who knows, maybe it was just my state of mind when I read.

I am going to put this on reserve and offer it in Katyan's international authors vbb. Thank you, oi-reader for this rabck! I truly am glad to have read it.

What timing~~ I've just rediscovered this (I think the next round of the vbb I'd set it aside for never happened) and I'm looking for Already Crossed Books to put in booklady331's ABC Bookbox. So in it goes, to find a next reader~~

ENJOY

I chose this book from the ABC (Already BookCrossed) Bookbox that has arrived at my home today. I plan to save it for release at the upcoming technology conference or the librarian conference or I will release it at the small OBCZ at my school.

Off to a new reader!