The Namesake

i hope the movie does the story justice!!

The Namesake is Jhumpa Lahiri's second novel and was adapted for film in 2006. It's about the Ganguli family, newly wed immigrants from India. They settle in Cambridge, Massachusetts and begin the slow, painful process of adjusting to their new home with the birth of their son, Gogol. It doesn't take thousands of miles to isolate a family. Even a hundred or so miles can be enough to cut off children from their parents, siblings, aunts and uncles. Toss in new customs, new laws and things become even more frustrating and depressing. Most of the book, though, is about Gogol Ganguli coming to terms with his name and eventually learning about his namesake. His parents, hoping for enough time to hear from India to help with naming him rang true to me. Although the plot felt real, the narration has a detachment to it that made it hard to get into any of the characters' heads. There was no major emotional investment by Gogol or anyone else. Things happen. Time passes. The book eventually ends. Recommended by Color Online

As Jhumpa Lahiri described in her recent interview with the Paris Review: "accessible... granular...twice or three times the length of the original version."

Gogol is me I am gogol

so effing good....

I have found a new favourite author. Seriously, Jhumpa Lahiri's writing is exquisite (I've also read "Interpreters of Maladies" - also amazing). Though this story is a "simple" one (as in, not particularly dramatic or mind bending), about the life of a second gen Bengali immigrant in America, it's all about the way it's written. I loved the way she structured the story: the parallelism and the interweaving strands between the son/parents' stories and perspectives, and his character and perspective growth; and the writing's deceptively minimalist style (it doesnt describe atmosphere/items/scene in great detail) but how that brings out things so beautifully and elegantly and really draws your attention to the important things. Another point on good writing: her simple sentences have such good double meanings, both literally describing what the person is doing/saying but simultaneously reflecting another like meaning about their state of mind. The key themes were also illustrated well - the struggle of identity, the conflict between his two cultures (and much more). I'm not an immigrant nor have deep understanding of the immigrant experience myself, so I can't attest to the accuracy of the depiction, but it definitely felt realistic. And the character development is beautiful - I felt as though I was growing up and going through the various experiences with Gogol. There's so much more to say that a book review can't, so - just read it for yourself :) ((I may or may not have stayed up until 12.30am to finish this book - I read it in two spurts and those stretches feel like beautiful dreams.))

This is just to check a box off, really. I mean it has been on my tbr since forever and I had to tick it off. It was a good story,of a guy who was accidently named something else than what it should have been and how his life spins around that. We see his whole story and how certain things affect him, I'd not say it was bad but like it didn't stick ig?? or i was just late to the hype party of this book???

A quiet little read about the power of a name, cultural divides, and the power of family. It meanders and doesn't really go anywhere other than tell the story of the lives of one Bengali family in America.

(2.5) It's the way in which I fully speed-read this for a class in less than a week and my brain is officially mush and I saw pretty much no point in this book even though the writing was good

Okay so I had to read this book for lang this year and only just now finished it because it takes a While to get through. I like the writing style a lot and the author is super descriptive which makes for a calming and immersive reading experience but the plot… the plot is good, it just drags a lot. so much of this book it felt like absolutely nothing was happening and most of the plot itself is all introspective and it’s a lot of allusion and at a point it’s a little boring just bc of how long it takes to read the story but overall i liked the experience

not really sure what to say. i got this book from my grandmother, and for a long time it was buried underneath heaps of forgotten covers, books i had no interest in, neglected to read and only accepted out of obligation. and then one day i decided to skim them with closed eyes, pick one at random, see what i thought. there was nothing but warmth in the first hundred pages or so. i couldn’t put it down, i absolutely adored it. there had been a previous reader who had loved and underlined pieces (surely not my grandmother, as she had voiced her disapproval for “damaging” books on numerous occasions) that were somehow comforting, to know that others had been so deeply affected by these words i was reading. and then as it progressed, as gogol grew, it started to fade out into grayness. it was depressing. his life was… dull. the pure underwhelming simplicity of it was too much. at the ending, the childlike joy from the beginning resurfaced, and i was left smiling once more. unsure of my exact thoughts, but i’m not upset i read it in the first place. thank you, grandma.

The Namesake is a beautiful novel that describes two generations of Indian American's lives in Calcutta, Boston and NYC, filled with nuances involved with being caught between two conflicting cultures, two sides constantly tugging away at each other. A few scenes are depicted so vividly in a melancholy way that it reads like a film - no wonder it was adapted into a movie straightaway. One of the characters' desire to reinvent themselves resonated with me instantly. It's easier to leave, move to another country and make a separate life. Sometimes I just wish to live with no labels, just being "me". But who am I?

i havent gone on goodreads in such a long time I forgot I had so many "currently reading" books

The Namesake is a beautiful novel that describes two generations of Indian American's lives in Calcutta, Boston and NYC, filled with nuances involved with being caught between two conflicting cultures, two sides constantly tugging away at each other. A few scenes are depicted so vividly in a melancholy way that it reads like a film - no wonder it was adapted into a movie straightaway. One of the characters' desire to reinvent themselves resonated with me instantly. It's easier to leave, move to another country and make a separate life. Sometimes I just wish to live with no labels, just being "me". But who am I?

real rating - 3.5/5 really great, easy read - the pages turn itself, because the plot and Lahiri’s writing (!!) just flows. her observations + how her writing comes to life is amazing. i'm not the biggest fan of the third person narrative style combined with slice of life genre, and i think it falls a little short here, esp bc its a story that discusses such complex, personal, and emotionally charged themes because the novel follows the growth of gogol, the protagonist, it’s interesting to see how the narration - especially about his parents - shift from a tone of understanding and admiration (albeit with sprinkles of pity) to one of incomprehension and constant embarrassment after his birth. I particularly enjoyed the ending - the narration is impeccable. Lahiri has such a strong voice. the narrator - who isn’t so omniscient up until this point - is extremely effective at tying up loose ends (gogol’s relationships with ruth and maxine are so bland + his lack of growth really slows down the plot and it becomes hard to find sympathy for him) and gives Gogol/Ashima a satisfying ending.

This book was so depressing. Beautiful but only melancholy

I had to read this for my year 12 English Class and surprisingly this didn’t suck. You follow Ashima who has after being married moved to America with her husband and how she her new lifestyle in America is different compared to her home in India. Within a year they have a son, Ashimas grandmother was supposed to name the baby but the letter never arrived so Ashima and her husband name their son Gogol, names after a Russian author Nikhil Gogol. Then you follow Gogol and how he tries to find his place being an Indian with a Russian name living in America. I like how the story was written and I liked all the characters even though Gogol made some stupid decisions. I did feel like some parts were a little boring and drawn out. Overall I did like the book, I am glad it was picked for my English class because I would have never picked it up otherwise.

This is a pleasant read, not life-changing for me by any stretch of the imagination, but a nice story written in effortless prose about growing up as a first-generation American of Indian parentage (an experience I had no familiarity with and thus profited from reading about).

This is the first book I've read in months that I've actually enjoyed reading and wanted to continue with. So, that's exciting. Unfortunately, I have to agree with some of the other reviewers' criticisms: many of the most important events in the book don't actually get scenes, but are referred to in passing after the novel skips forward in time. There is a lot of "telling", rather than showing. Then sections of it seem like a sly wink at that "NYC academics who are also novelists" milieu, as if they were really the intended audience. (It's not as bad on this front as novels like Americanah, but just in parts...) This combines to make a novel that is nice to read, but once you finish you realise it didn't really have much of a plot. I vastly preferred The Lowland and recommend it to everyone who is considering reading this!

Namesake tackles the question of forming one's own identity, and explores the power that a name can carry. Gogol's decision to change his name to Nikhil before leaving home for college demonstrates his desire to take control over his own identity.

4,5 ⭐

The Namesake is a beautifully crafted novel about what it is like to be an immigrant in a place with an opposing culture to one's original home. It is also about how said immigration affects the next generations who might be caught in between two sets of different cultures, unsure of which one they belong to. Ashima and Ashoke Ganguli have moved from India to the USA after their arranged marriage, due to Ashoke's work in a university as an engineer and a professor. Ashima is resistant of the new culture and has a hard time adapting throughout most of her life. Through her trajectory, we see what it is like to be forced to uproot from everything you once knew to settle in a strange and new world. To not belong anymore to your old home, but to never truly belonging to the new one. When Ashima and Ashoke have their first baby, a boy, they have trouble naming him, because per tradition, they wait for the name Ashima's very old grandmother has chosen for the baby. Only the grandmother's letter never arrives, and when they are forced to register the baby, Ashoke chooses the name Gogol, his favorite Russian author, whose book he was reading during the train accident that almost killed him. The book ended up saving his life, as it was the reason the rescuers noticed he was alive under the debris, for he was able to move the book. They intend for Gogol to be their son's pet name, an Indian tradition of names used only by close family members, and his future good name will be the one placed on official documents. But once Gogol enters school, his five-year-old self doesn't understand that he has to answer to the name Nikhil, his supposed good name, and so Gogol stays. "In Bengali the word for pet name is daknam, meaning, literally, the name by which one is called, by friends, family, and other intimates, at home and in other private, unguarded moments. Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. They are a reminder, too, that one is not all things to all people." In the years to come, Gogol will resent his parents for the name that belongs neither to India nor to America. The name represents Gogol's struggle to not belong fully to either culture. He tries to run away from his parent's culture for most of his life, only to end up feeling empty without and seeking it back in his later adulthood. Lahiri is able to craft the story of this family's life capturing nuances of their struggles, of their culture and of those moments that make up what is like to belong in a family. She creates a story that feels like a walk through someone else's life story, as if you were talking with these characters, and asking them about what they remember from their lives. The pacing is slow, but it is necessary for the feeling that she intended to evoke with the story. “They were things for which it was impossible to prepare but which one spent a lifetime looking back at, trying to accept, interpret, comprehend. Things that should never have happened, that seemed out of place and wrong, these were what prevailed, what endured, in the end.” The characters feel real, alive, it is hard to let go of the story without wondering about their futures, for though the story the author wanted to tell was over, their lives mirrored other stories that continue on to this day. The stories of immigrants, of refugees, and their children, the story of people who never belonged to either culture, for they were born in between worlds, just as Gogol was born in between names. "In so many ways, his family's life feels like a string of accidents, unforeseen, unintended, one incident begetting another."

Even though not much happens in this book, I surprisingly liked it quite a bit. The characters are endearing and because I'm involved with current refugees, it gave me great insight into the kinds of dilemmas that they face when coming to a different country.