The Elsewhereans by Jeet Thayil (Divya reads Asia #7)
Can’t remember the first time I read a full physical novel in one day. It goes from a small village in Kerala to Mumbai to Bihar to Vietnam to Hong Kong to Germany to China to Paris to Morocco and around and back and around.
Such a mobile family, the one I would dream of having - they have a huge riverside house to go back to - whatever changes, it’s there
My family and families around me probably chose stability since it was snatched from us.
Something about the nomadic tribe tag we have, upon reading the restlessness of this family, realised I couldn’t relate to it. Is it just an outdated tag? ( But also, what am I thinking about? Every cousin is out there in different continents. I am the one at home. Delhi nana family seems like the closest to these people - probably equally fucked up the kids turned out there didn't they... don't judge, don't judge)
In any case, it’s fascinating, taught me about different times and places, I related to many experiences, and the hunger of wanting to move around - about being a migrant, not an immigrant; wanting to write but failing to, with the fear of ending things once they are on paper; being brown among white people, being cruel amongst brown people, wanting to know histories but also being used to the comfort of traditional silences.