Sometimes it all became too much. Fiction from Pakistan

And yet, though she insisted that she loved Pakistan, sometimes it all became too much. “I hate it, everyone’s a crook, nothing works here!” she would sob, fighting with her husband.

This is Sonya, an American woman who married a Pakistani man, and a minor character in Daniyal Mueenuddin‘s In Other Rooms, Other Wonders – one of the best works of fiction I’ve read in quite some time.

There is quite a lot of quality stuff being written in English by Pakistanis who’ve lived in America, gone to school and perhaps studied creative writing there. Another one coming to mind is Mohsin Hamid, author of Moth Smoke and The Reluctant Fundamentalist.

I sometimes wonder whether this will be the path forward for Italian fiction, as well: to be led by writers who belong both here and somewhere else, or neither here not there.

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