Luckily, there's none of that here - Lahiri rarely has her characters speak, preferring introspection instead.
In The Namesake, I was frequently irritated by her attempts at casual banter between characters. The writing is straightforward, and beautiful in its simplicity. This is multiple observations on a similar idea, and every one is beautiful and leaves you feeling like you've just had a really good sob: emptied-out, sad, but somehow fulfilled at the same time. But Jhumpa Lahiri is a very, very skilled author, and each story in this collection looked at the same subject from a different perspective. Being an Indian immigrant, or being the child of Indian immigrants, in America is clearly a subject close to Lahiri's heart, and in the hands of a less skilled author, her stories about this experience would become repetitive. They often deal with a more specific experience: a young married couple moves to America shortly after being married so the husband can work at a university, and they have to navigate the new worlds of their marriage and the United States simultaneously. Like her novel The Namesake, Lahiri's collection of short stories deals mainly with the experience of Indian immigrants in America.
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