فکر کردم حرف‌ها و یادداشت‌های مردمان سرزمین‌های دیگر را هم درباره‌ی خاک غریب نقل کنم. تا خواننده‌ی ایرانی ببینید چقدر حرف و حس مشترک با آدم‌های دیگر دنیا در کتاب می‌بیند. این یکی را آرچانا نوشته:
 Jhumpa Lahiri has gone and done it again. I first chanced upon her writing leafing through The Namesake– which by the way, should have never been made into a movie. It was just not as effective & totally lost in imaginative translation. Moving on. I was hooked on her every word in that book, from start to end. Just as I am over Unaccustomed Earth – yet another amazing exploration into the depths & subtleties of interracial marriages, cross-cultural battles & the so called “immigrant experience”. Her writing style is just the way I like it. Simplistic. Honestly, I prefer not having to drown under layers of flamboyant descriptions laced with metaphors, similes & all things too grammatically deafening. I find that the content of her novels and short stories has the ability to resonate through every fiber of any Indian that has experienced the expatriate lifestyle.

That said, I’m not your usual bookish person that contributes to book sales shooting up the New York Bestseller lists, but if & when I do pick up a book, I end up devouring it. When I read, the novel plays out in my mind like a movie. Every character has a face, a set sense of style, a voice etc. Which, given that the context of her stories tends to circle around life patterns & places I’ve been exposed too, makes visualizing everything that much easier & that much more familiar. Not saying that I find myself in her characters (cause there a lot of whom I am actually thankful I didn’t turn out like), but it’s the accuracy in which she churns out the stories.

The characters that she puts in various situations would behave in the aggravating & realistic manner that they do. The type of manner which makes me want to shake them and reiterate their “Indian-ness. And question their stupidity, their lack of judgment, their willingness to acclimatize without a second thought to a foreign (almost always Western) culture, and so easily shed off their roots*. Makes me wonder why once a decision is made, they look back and silently regret having gone ahead with their haughtiness. Why live life with secret regrets & burdens? So many questions, so much room for debate, and just so much depth for discussion.

 Over the last couple of days I’ve spent the majority of my evening tea-times with my darling Mummy discussing the various roadblocks faced & decisions made by the characters in ‘Unaccustomed Earth’. Sure, they’re just a figment of imagination, but to me, the lives they lead are so tangible. Almost as if I’ve known these people my whole life. This book is a must-read. Go buy a copy. Read it. Hate a character. Love a character. Feel a sting of pain. Shed a tear. Awaken a lost nightmare. Smile in agreeance. Whatever it is, just read it. : )

و در انتها می‌نویسد که ساعت‌ها با مادرش سر خاک غریب و شخصیت‌هاش حرف زده و می‌گوید از یک کاراکتر متنفر شو، عاشق دیگری شو، درد بکش اشکی بریز.

البته این آخرش کمی سانتی‌مانتال است.