Finally got down to read Unccustomed Earth and as I have started doing recently - turned to the last few pages and was completely baffled that the characters in the first story don't appear in those pages. With a jolt, and to my utter delight, I realized that these are short stories and not a never ending long story!
And to my dismay, the short stories end at such points that they leave you with an empty feeling- a feeling of lot of things left unsaid and a wish that there were a few more pages tying the ends with filler information instead of letting it remain all symbolic and open to extrapolation.
The stories are all steretypical though, Americanised Bengalis yearning or not yearning for Calcutta, Marriages, and a sense of dullness and monotony in their lives. Don't these people lead lives that one can call interesting at all? Makes one feel that there is a lot of things to be sad about. Stories that make me want to instantly turn pages and reach the end to check who died or cheated or lost everything ultimately.
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