Whereabouts was first written in Italian, Lahiri's second book in the language after In Other Words, a non-fiction book. A colpirmi, particolarmente, sono il rapporto della donna con i suoi colleghi ed infine, con il suo amato.

Dove mi trovo - Jhumpa Lahiri - Google Books Dove mi trovo - Jhumpa Lahiri - Google Books

o l'utilizzo correttissimo nel vero italiano dantesco, come "ambascia" o " vescicose" che a leggerle mi si è scaldato il cuore. I’m not sure if I’ll check out her upcoming collection Roman Stories when it comes out though no matter what I’m grateful for her already existing body of work.La trasparenza ha lo scopo di tutelare i diritti dei cittadini e di promuovere forme diffuse di controllo sul perseguimento delle funzioni istituzionali e sull’utilizzo delle risorse pubbliche. The conversation I have been seeking to have with literature for much of my life now feels more complete, more harmonious, also far richer with possibilities. Having read, and deeply empathised with, Lahiri's In Other Words—a nonfiction work in which she interrogates her love for and struggles with the Italian language—I was looking forward to Dove mi trovo. la malinconia della consapevolezza, quella della propria esistenza che si svolge senza troppi colpi di scena e sa stare dentro i propri binari e routine, quella dell’improvvisa possibilità che tutto questo cambi, dando vita a scenari inaspettati.

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There are observations or conversations that are rendered with clarity, and there are passages that convey a sense of disquiet. It is more like the character owe each of these characters something but she never demanded from them. The book is set out in a series of short chapters – set over a year, in which the unnamed narrator, living in the unnamed City (which seems to be Rome) in which she was born traces her life over the course of a year. I am certainly more comfortable in Italian now, but the point is to tolerate and work alongside a certain degree of permanent discomfort.Although when the narrator recounts in one laconic phrase how it suffices for her to get some crumbs of affection that fall from the table of her best friend’s family life in the shape of the attention the friend’s husband devotes to her, I wonder who is she fooling anyway. I don't know - this just feels underwhelming to me, a sort of generic version of contemporary 'literary women's writing' that never engaged or connected with me - instantly forgettable, in my case, I'm afraid. Quite judgemental at times and making assumptions about people they've just met, the character does well with being not able to be in good terms with anyone.