Then on Pakistan with The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid.
A young Pakistani man talks to an American stranger in Lahore, telling him about how he became disillisioned with the American way of life. It is a monologue, we never 'hear' the American's words. It is simple, but effective and the tension is built up to the brilliant ending.
A lot of the book was about American culture from the viewpoint of an outsider, but still some great detail about Pakistani culture, in particular the descriptions of food and nature. I was struck by how important food is, both in this book and in The Blood of Flowers, perhaps in the West, we take it too much for granted.
I used to write
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I still do occasionally, but I've just not been publishing them. Things
about actual feelings. Things that I hope I might look back on at some
point and cr...