That begins to change when he meets Ranjana, an empty-nester who works at a proctologist’s office by day and writes Indian paranormal romance stories in secret at night, all while convinced her husband is having an affair. The closest thing he has to a friend is Teddy, his fabulous-in-his-own-mind coworker at a local department store. The bulk of the story takes place in and around Cleveland, where Harit, an isolated middle-aged man mourns the death of his sister Swati and cares for his mother, who’s gone nearly catatonic in her grief.
But what shouldn’t be lost amidst all the now-more-than-evers is the timelessness of this well-crafted and heartwarming story chock full of characters you can’t help but root for.
Lambda Literary Award-winner Rakesh Satyal’s second novel, No One Can Pronounce My Name, will probably create a buzz in the national conversation due to the timeliness of a multi-generational tale of Indian immigrants navigating the complexity of family and culture in America. ‘No One Can Pronounce My Name’ by Rakesh Satyal
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