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For years, I sort of would try to write a story that somehow fit the title. And I don't think it happened…

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Interpreter of Maladies is the title of one of the stories in the book. And the phrase itself was something I thought…

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This story is based on a gentleman who indeed did... used to come to my parents' house in 1971 from Bangladesh. He…

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Some Indians will come up and say that a story reminded them of something very specific to their experience. Which may or…

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He owned an expensive camera that required thought before you pressed the shutter, and I quickly became his favorite subject, round-faced, missing teeth, my…

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If I stop to think about fans, or best-selling, or not best-selling, or good reviews, or not-good reviews, it just becomes too much. It's…

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I wanted to pull away from the things that marked my parents as being different.

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“Ashoke suspects that Mrs. Jones (the secretary at his new job as a professor) ...is about his own mother's age. Mrs. Jones leads a…

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But she has gathered that Americans, in spite of their public declarations of affection, in spite of their miniskirts and bikinis, in spite of…

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The sky was different, without color, taut and unforgiving. But the water was the most unforgiving thing, nearly black at times, cold enough, I knew, to kill me, violent enough to break me apart. The waves were immense, battering rocky beaches without sand. The farther I went, the more desolate it became, more than any place I'd been, but for…

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