000			02007cam a22003378i 4500
001			ocn957021183
003			OCoLC
005			20180722224419.0
008			170127s2017 nyu 000 1 eng
010			_a 2016058277
040			_aDLC _beng _erda _cDLC _dYDX _dBDX _dOCLCO _dOCLCF _dOCLCQ _dOCLCO _dHEV _dNFG
020			_a9781250112118 _q(hardcover)
020			_a1250112117 _q(hardcover)
035			_a(OCoLC)957021183
042			_apcc
043			_an-us-oh
092			_aSatyal, _bRakesh
049			_aNFGA
100	1		_aSatyal, Rakesh, _eauthor. _9134763
245	1	0	_aNo one can pronounce my name : _ba novel / _cRakesh Satyal.
250			_aFirst edition.
264		1	_aNew York : _bPicador, _c2017.
300			_a384 pages ; _c22 cm.
336			_atext _btxt _2rdacontent
337			_aunmediated _bn _2rdamedia
338			_avolume _bnc _2rdacarrier
520			_a"In a suburb outside Cleveland, a community of Indian Americans has settled into lives that straddle the divide between Eastern and Western cultures. For some, America is a bewildering and alienating place where coworkers can't pronounce your name but will eagerly repeat the Sanskrit phrases from their yoga class. Harit, a lonely Indian immigrant in his mid-forties, lives with his mother who can no longer function after the death of Harit's sister, Swati. In a misguided attempt to keep both himself and his mother sane, Harit has taken to dressing up in a sari every night to pass himself off as his sister. Meanwhile, Ranjana, also an Indian immigrant in her mid-forties, has just seen her only child, Prashant, off to college. Worried that her husband has begun an affair, she seeks solace by writing paranormal romances in secret. When Harit and Ranjana's paths cross, they begin a strange yet necessary friendship that brings to light their own passions and fears"-- _cProvided by publisher.
650		0	_aEast Indian Americans _zOhio _vFiction. _9330656
655		7	_aDomestic fiction. _2lcgft _93574
994			_aC0 _bNFG
999			_c251822 _d251822