Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Author:- Orhan Pamuk
Translator:- Erdağ M. Göknar
Publisher:- Random House
ISBN Number:- 0-375-70685-2
Price:- US $ 14.95/Canada $ 22.95/Rs. 220
The Sultan has commissioned a cadre of the most acclaimed artists in the land to create a great book celebrating the glories of his realm. Their task: to illuminate the work in the European style. But because figurative art can be deemed an affront to Islam, this commission is a dangerous proposition indeed. And when one of the master miniaturists disappears, the only clue to the mystery lies in the half-finished illuminations themselves. Part fantasy and part philosophical puzzle, My Name Is Red is a kaleidoscopic journey into the introspection of art, religion, love, sex, and power.
The novel recounts the story of four master miniaturists engaged at the royal atelier in the creation of a commemorative story in verse, the Book Of Festivities to mark the thousandth anniversary of the Hegira. Their work is to illustrate and embellish the book in the Venetian style making use of the techniques of perspective and idolatry, which were at the time deemed an affront to Islam. When one of the master miniaturists protests, he is found killed at the bottom of a well. The quest for the killer played against the backdrop of sixteenth-century Istanbul and the tragic courtship of Black, a miniaturist and Shekure, Enishte Effendi’s daughter make for a compelling read.
Like all great novels, the unraveling mystery becomes a metaphor for the unfolding of human spirit and conscience. However, what is most remarkable about Pamuk and what sets him apart from his coevals is the extent of scholarship and omniscience that he commands. It places him as a Turkish master in the cohorts of Dickens, Proust and Mann - arguably the greatest writers of English, French and German respectively. Incidentally, Mann himself won the Nobel in 1929 for The Motion Mountain.
Though the theme of the novel concentrates on the philosophical questions of the need and importance of style and signature in the arts of painting and illustration, Pamuk manages to lighten the mood by using the motifs of Nusret Hoja and the upcoming coffeehouse. The latter is depicted as the cynosure of all depravity where dervishes dance late into the night and blasphemous stories are retold in a bid to pollute people’s minds.
Each book has its moments, and this novel is no exception. Perhaps the most poignant moment is the one when Master Osman, the head miniaturist of the royal atelier, cloyed by the sight of the most perfect of all paintings in the royal treasury, blinds himself with the same plume needle that the master of masters Bihzad had once used to blind himself. Also Nizami’s tale of Husrev and Shirin has been evoked a countless number of times, and to good use.
Pamuk manages to concoct a wonderful fantasy hemmed by melancholy and tragedy in a way nobody has ever done before. It is ironic that Pamuk who secretly advocates the futility of style in the book has inadvertently ended up creating a very realistic, spartan and distinct style all his own.
Author:- Rabindranath Tagore
Translator:- Sreejata Guha
Publisher:- Penguin Books
ISBN Number:- 0-14-303035-3
Price:- Rs. 250
It is the story of the rich, flamboyant Mahendra and his simple, demure, beautiful wife Asha – a young couple who are befriended by the pragmatic Behari. Their cosy domestic scenario undergoes great upheaval with the introduction of the vivacious Binodini, a young, attractive widow who comes to live with them. Asha and Binodini become bosom pals. Binodini is initially drawn to Behari but then begins to respond to the advances of Mahendra, who has become obsessively attracted to her. After several twists and turns, Binodini elopes with Mahendra, leaving the entire family in turmoil.
On the one hand, Chokher Bali: A Grain Of Sand is a sensational account of two illicit relationships: Mahendra’s infatuation with Binodini which blkinds him to everything else, and Binodini’s secret passion for Behari of which she is never able to speak of. On the other hand, it is a complex tapestry woven by the emotional interplay between five finely etched characters: the impulsive Mahendra, his adoring mother Rajlakshmi, the frail and sensitive Asha, the strong, silent Behari, and the self-willed and irresistibly attractive Binodini.
A compelling portrayal of the complexity of relationships and of human character, this landmark novel is just as powerful and thought-provoking today as it was a hundred years ago, when it was written.
Chokher Bali is Binodini’s novel. Binodini – a young, beautiful and charming widow and the grain of sand in Asha’s eye. The novel revolves around Binodini, capturing her in all her avatars – as a hapless widow, as a gamine, as a seductress, and as a repentant woman. Tagore lends expression to her longings and fancies in immense detail, so much so that at some points the narrative becomes a tacit debate on love, longing, morality and relationships. And in doing so, he manages to make you fall in love with her.
Chokher Bali represents the literary equivalent of the place of miniature art in painting and illustration. The story by its plot itself is nothing to rave about – it might be better suited for scurrilous paperbacks that line the shelves of dusty bookshops and railway bookstalls. However Tagore manages to weave a beautiful variegated fabric out of threads of very few colours. His narrative retains a tension which does not lose you till the very end, due credit for which must go to the translator for understanding the ethos of such a simple and splendid novel.
One observes the conspicuous absence of judgement on the part of the author, which makes the turn of events and the whims and decisions of the characters as natural as the fluttering of leaves on a sweltering summer noon or the flow of a gushing river. The complexity of the narrative rests on the emotional turmoil suffusing it and not on the turns and twists of the plot (though there are many of those too). Also Chokher Bali is suffused with a spiritual aura which Tagore connoisseurs have learnt to recognize as the hallmark of Tagore’s writings.
Tagore’s novel is as simple and as complicated as only a true exposition of love can be. Go, rediscover love.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
"Life In A Scotch Sitting-Room, Vol. 2" (there was no Vol. 1!) is probably his finest work. It's a sequence of grim, quirky, often surreal prose poems forming a fictionalized memoir of his between-the-wars childhood in a Glasgow slum. Rather as with Monty Python's 'Four Yorkshiremen', he often gleefully exaggerates the squalor and privation, having fun with stereotypical images of the Scots and the poor (for example, the family allegedly subsists almost entirely on a diet of herring and 'grits'; and liver vein is prized by the children as "chewing gum of character"!). These strange, macabre, oddly beautiful little stories are complimented by the highly distinctive, nicely grotesque line drawings of the great English cartoonist Martin Honeysett.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
this is most interesting. i thought i had seen this perhaps reviewed earlier, and it was, by miss moonrat herself. she gave it an eh and didn't particularly like it. and here's my very opposite opinion. i consider the meaning of night to be the best book i've read this year. and i read jane austen's pride and prejudice for the first time this year as well as other "classics" such as in cold blood and brave new world. kinda goes to show how varied opinions can be, right?
and so the book begins :
"after killing the red-haired man, i took myself off to quinn's for an oyster supper.
it had been surprisingly -- almost laughably -- easy."
cox does many things that new novelists are warned against. (i mean, look at those ly words! =) he starts with a murder. a tad cliche. he jumps around as far as timeline of the tale. there are themes which aren't new to any reader, the anti-hero discovers he was given away as a baby. his childhood, his life, his history was never what it seemed (many fantasy books). there is an incredible estate involved (austen books, gone with the wind) which should be his to inherit, except for the rash decision his birth mother made to cast him aside.
the tale is a confession, narrated in the first person by edward glyver. he discovers after his mother died, that she was part of the conspiracy to deny the rich and powerful baron of evanwood estate (his birth father) an heir. his birth mother did this horrific act (giving away of her first son), in retalition against her husband. she would deny her husband the heir he wanted, even tho the act sends her to her own grave, she is so struck by guilt and sorrow for her lost son.
edward discovers along the way, as he searches for clues, that other people were roped in to conspire in this act of betrayal. when edward discovers his past enemy, phoebus daunt, has insinuated himself into his father's home, and is to be adopted and made heir to evanwood, he tries everything in his power to gather information against daunt and thwart it.
i think cox is a master at storytelling. he sets the scene of victoria england so well, and the tone of edward perfectly. you understand his anger and his pain, you feel his frustration at the cards he was dealt in life. it is a mystery that unravels for the reader, and we are forced to see edward make mistakes, misinterpret information, even as we know what the inevitable outcome will be.
i spent five hours straight last night reading, so that i could finish the book. i found that my heart was actually pounding close to the climax of the story. in the end, edward does kill his old nemesis, phoebus daunt : "i killed him, but in doing so, i killed the best part of myself". as a reader, i wanted this murder, it was a scene the author had to give, and he created an obsessive monster in edward, yet still, i got it. i understood and was sympathetic to edward. dare i say, i liked him. i think that is an amzing feat in itself, by cox.
of course, after reading this tale, i think my storytelling skills are about as good as lump of a fresh horse manure--hell, stale dried horse manure. but i'm inspired. it's great to see an author who can tell a compelling story in a different era, create mystery and suspence using familiar elements, but still give a fresh and gripping tale. cox said that this novel was thirty years in the making, and he only felt compelled to write it finally when he was in danger of losing his eyesight. it was now or never. on the backcover : the meaning of night was named one of the 10 best books of the year by the economist, the washington post, booklist, and booksense.
i highly recommend it.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Tessa Scott is 16 years old and, by her calculation, within 217 days of dying of cancer. Having given up on chemotherapy, she lives at home with her dad and brother, Cal (her mom, a semi-deadbeat who left the family when Tessa was 12, comes by periodically), eats wholesome foods, and spends her time hanging out with her best friend, Zoey. That, and making a list--the 10 things she wants to do before she dies. #1 is have sex. #3 is try illegal drugs. #5 is get famous.
I know it sounds like a subject that's been done to, um, pieces, but Jenny Downham is not Lurlene McDaniel. The prose is beautiful and thoughtful and Tessa's narrative is smart, unflinching, and pitted with tiny, wonderful observations. This book isn't a simple get-out-your-kleenex tearjerker; it's less about death than it is a focus on the amazing things there are in life that we are wont to miss when we're not at risk of losing them. Tessa isn't a selfish narrator, either--she takes the time to notice things like her dad's loneliness and his still-burning torch for her mother; Zoey's insecurities and teenage errors; her brother's shyness, fears, and launch into adolescence. There's a lot of wisdom and grace in a book that could have been done luridly and cheaply to the same relative attention.
There's a lot of buzz building around this book, which was an adult book in the UK but billed as a YA book here (much like THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHTTIME, which, like BEFORE I DIE, is easily appreciated by adults). In this case I want to say the buzz is worth it--the story is good, the writing is flawless and rich, and the lens the book offers you to look at your own life reminds you of what is precious. A good read.
Plus, here's an example of a book that braves sex, drugs, and other hot-button YA lit concerns realistically and responsibly (in an unglorified but unboring way that kids will find interesting because of its honest information but adults will find acceptable because it addresses repercussions seriously).
Jenny Downham's story is one of the perks for me, too--a single mother of two boys (ages 7 and 12), 43-year-old Downham lives in subsidized housing in a less than glamorous part of east London, and her sudden fame is surprising and uncelebrated (here's her very soft-spoken literary profile).
My grandmother handed me this book and told me that, if I wanted to understand how f#$ked up Afghanistan is, I should read it. My first reaction is that it's very impressive how a male author was able to tell this gut wrenching story through these very convincing female characters. Surprisingly, it is the male characters who seem oversimplified and less convincing. Nevertheless, this is a powerful read, and my grandmother was right about it being a primer for the problematic history of Afghanistan. I would recommend this, along with The Bookseller of Kabul, by Asne Seierstad, to anyone wanting to better understand this country and most especially the plight of its women. I fear that our current intervention is not going to end this ongoing tragedy any time soon, especially since, as a country, we seem to have completely forgotten that the war there continues. And it will continue even after we leave.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Aria has just moved back from living in Iceland for two years. She is devastated to have to come back to the states- she loved I celand. The boys were amazing, it was beautiful there, and she was no longer the peculiar girl who was popular by chance. And when she comes back, she meets an older, smart, and cute guy and "hooks up" with him. And what do you know- she comes back to school, and he's her teacher.
Emily has been a swimmer forever. She's always been one of the shy ones until the new girl, Maya, comes and spices up her life. And she might just have more than friendship on her mind.
Spencer is the perfect person. She has the perfect grades, all AP classes, is great at sports, has the biggest house and is the most beautiful. Yep, she's perfect. There's only one person better than her- her sisterMelissa. They've been battling it out since who knows when, and Melissa always wins by a hair at every competition. Ans when Spencer meets her sister's hot British boyfreind, it's all down hill from there. Her parents practically disown her. She stole her perfect sister's property- her boyfriend.
Hanna went from fat to phat. After her dad left and found a better, thin daughter and called her a pig, she shed the extra poundage she packed on. But she may be hurting herself in the process. Hanna will do anything to stay beautiful, and I mean ANYTHING. She can't stand to be fat again, to be a loser, to lose her boyfriend. Hanna has a dark past that may be repeating. And she has to save herself.
And the thing all of these beautiful, rich, lucky(or so meets the eye) girls have in common is that their best friend, the one that once held them all together, the it girl- is gone without a trace. And the mysterious "A" has been blackmailing them. Alison's disappearance is eating away at all of them, and A is going to make sure that it is known what really happened. They will ruin these girls' lives, bring out their dirty secrets, and bring back all of those brutal memories. And no one knows who she is.
This book is suspenseful and bone chilling. It keeps you reading, which is a great attribute in a book. The cons, though, are as follows: it is a bit too suspenseful. It gets inappropriate and annoyingly cliche. In all it is a girly book. It is okay, but it is serious chick lit for teenagers that are into the whole "rich girl drama". This book was not great, but between okay and good. It is interesting. If you are one of the aforementioned people, by all means read it. If you are like me (you like more substance and are not one of the aforementioned people), then don't.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
In the marketplace in his village in southern China, a young man named Ah Lung is kidnapped and taken on board a slave ship bound for Peru, where Chinese conscripts (or "pigs") are impressed into "eight" years of hard labor, paid only in scrip, on the sugar cane fields or on the guano islands. The life expectancy among the pigs is 3 years and their chances of earning their freedom close to zero. At home, Ah Lung's clever spinster twin, Moongirl, and his gifted silkwormer wife, Bo See, conspire to try to free him from his impressment.
I picked out this book because it was a Fall Booksense pick. I was also interested in the topic, since I didn't know much about Asian slave trade to the "new world" (it turns out more than 1,000,000 Chinese slaves were brought over during the 19th century). McCunn did a lot of research and I feel like I really learned a lot from 250 quick pages--about the slave trade, about raising silkworms, about life on board a trans-Pacific vessel.
A nice short book, which is always a positive for me.
Monday, November 19, 2007
So let’s talk about the stories. Well, some of them are more vignettes, but just because they are short doesn’t mean that you are being shortchanged. Now, I can’t review all of them but I can tell you that the ones that hung with me after I finished the book did so with a vengeance. The book opens with vampires and ends with werewolves. Could you ask for more? The first story Those Who Won’t Be Missed by C.T. Adams & Cathy Clamp, is a well written vampire story with an interesting voice and an excellent ending. The bookend is aptly titled The Sickness by Amanda Tieman which features werewolves in love. And in between are stories of ghosts, beasts, murderers, demons, morticians, and soulless sorority girls. What is there not to love?
Two other stand-out stories are Anya by Stacia Helpman and The Beekeeper by James Cheetham. One tells the story of the rise and fall of an Avenging Angel while the other delves into the clouded mind of a dying man and his daughter who seeks for one last time her father’s missing affection. The other pieces were all strong and interesting in their various ways but hands down my favorite piece was Stone Child by Bernita Harris. Its central protagonist is Lillie St. Claire and she is a full spectrum mega-Talent and an exorcist. A Talent is a rare individual of unusual psychic sensibility. The mark of a Talent is shown in the silvering of their hair. In Stone Child, we enter a world with a proliferation of spectoral entities and ancient creatures from myths and legends. Talents are employed in criminal investigations to discover missing victim’s by their ghosts and help solve murder cases. The story opens with a missing child case, but the plot untwists itself to reveal no ordinary missing person’s case. I can’t reveal more for fear of giving away too much of this unique and fascinating story. You are just going to have to buy your own copy.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
When a young British woman (Sara) miscarries her baby following an unfortunate and preventable accident, her Iranian mother (Maryam), tormented by guilt, is driven back to Iran to unlock her history and the sources of her own anger and misfortune.
This is a book about how people who seem to be so close can be leading lives that barely intersect, and also about how tiny random intersections of lives can have huge and terrible ramifications. I found it very sad and more than a little thought-provoking. For me, the most powerful element was Maryam's marriage to Sara's father, Edward--although they have spent the last 35 years together and Edward loves Maryam fiercely, it is revealed that he knows almost nothing about her. It is a realistic look at the way people love and fail each other without even realizing it, and at how some of the problems you'll encounter in life are subtle and have no simple solutions.
I don't want to say too much and spoil the book, because I do think it is a good, thoughtful read. But it was a half-finished novel for me in a lot of ways, and could have used a lot of polishing. First, Crowther shamelessly rotates narrator--Sara's 1st person point of view, then Maryam's 1st person, then Maryam's 3rd person, then Sara's 3rd person, then Edward's 3rd, then Ali's 3rd, then Noruz's 3rd. That makes me a little cranky, since it seems to me like the author couldn't do the work of making a commitment to one voice. Second, at the beginning we're set up to see that Maryam's relationship with her sister Mara was exceptionally close and important to her--and then Mara never even comes into the story, not for a moment. I feel like there was a major narrative thread that was dropped there, and elsewhere, too. Finally--and this is petty--I hate when authors begin each chapter with epigraph-style poems or quotations. Sometimes it is acceptible in nonfiction, but in fiction, as one of my friends once pointed out to me (was it you, Rose? I feel like it was), if someone else's words say it better than you can, then maybe you shouldn't be saying it at all.
So... good story, but could have been much more carefully crafted.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Maniac Magee, written by Jerry Spinelli, won the Newbery medal-the highest honor for children's literature -in 1991
This story opens with:
They say Maniac Magee was born in a dump. They say his stomach was a cereal box and his heart was a sofa spring.
They say he kept an eight-inch cockroach on a leash and that rats stood guard over him while he slept.
They say if you knew he was coming and you sprinkled salt on the ground and he ran over it, within two or three blocks he would be as slow as everybody else.
When Maniac's parents are killed, he's sent off to live with an aunt and uncle who hate each other, but won't get divorced because they're Catholic. Maniac runs away, and keeps on running until he's smack in the middle of a racially-divided neighborhood.
Maniac's life on the streets and encounters with good and bad folks of all colors is told in an almost rueful style. This story is funny, and leaves you with a tear just at the edge of your eye the whole way through.
It's a story of struggle and hope. I rate it 'very good.'
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Some of the best writing advice I've ever received, for whatever it's worth, has come from The Paris Review. Last year, the magazine initiated a project to collect their interviews, which began in 1953 (Graham Greene?), into four volumes of paperback goodness. These books are absolutely beautiful in their textures and type (I've just been enlightened to the artfulness of type by a brilliant young woman named Kristin.) and format. Many of the readers here probably already know this, but these interviews have been released in paperback format in the past. In fact, many used bookstores have them lying around for about a dollar a piece. One of my favorite used bookstores, a nice little corner place -- name's eluded me -- in Lyndonville, Vermont, actually had one of these in its free book pile. I buy the new ones anyway because they're so nice to carry around.
Every interview, whether it's given by a poet or a prose writer, is useful to writers of all genres. The best interviews I've come across so far, though, are Hemingway and Vonnegut (Volume I) and Alice Munro and Stephen King (II). Some of the interviews are definitely better than others, and that can be attributed to grumpy-ass writers or smart-ass upstart writers trying to stymie their subjects rather than gently steering the interview toward some kind of focus else let it meander and form itself organically.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
This book is a big pretty poem about the splendor of our small and smelly world. It takes place in the seventies. It is narrated by a thirteen year old girl. It is about nothing happening in a staggerinly beautiful way. It is one of those books with no plot that is stil bad-ass (people who call this impossible, remember: Catcher in the Rye...duh!) I don't know what to say...you'll read it or you won't, but if you're the kind of person who would give it a chance, you're probably the kind of person who would be invigorated by what it shows us about the possiblity to find, however tainted, magic in everything that we deal with all day in the mundane world. Yannick Murphy likes to tell her students to "put [their] stink on the page. Perhaps that's the best way to explain what this book is all about.
Achebe doesn't idealise the Ibo way of life; some of their customs seem barbaric to us. He seems to want to show the reality of a lost way of life. We are left to question whether the white colonials, with their guns and their arrogant imposition of political and religious domination, aren't the real barbarians, with their casual destruction of the indigenous civilisation. Who are the real barbarians here, and who are the "civilised" men?
The book is written in an amazingly simple style. The language is almost childish in its simplicity, which suits the story well and adds to its power.
Friday, November 9, 2007
A renowned and retired Japanese painter struggles with the aftermath of the war, his relationships with his daughters and grandson, and the legacy of his career.
I've come to realize with this, my third Ishiguro book, that he has a very distinct technique (quiet plot, slightly self-righteous but eventually sympathetic first person male narrator, dishonest manliness to disguise weakness and tragedy). I liked this one because it's a tiny and barely delineated sphere of Occupation-era Japan. By "barely delineated" I mean that he manages to only convey certain details and never gives the impression of world-building or expository description--his world-building just happens. He also is so deliberate with his dialog that it not only sounds real, it sounds like Japanese.
I liked this. It's an interesting reminder of cultural guilt and the smaller, immortal ramifications of war.
At age twenty, Kathryn Harrison was reunited with her father, who had not been allowed to be part of her childhood. She becomes obsessed with him, with having him back in her life, and he becomes obsessed with her--less paternally. The memoir is less about their affair than it is about Kathryn's failing psyche, her ongoing battles with anxiety, anorexia, bulimia, rejection, neglect.
I found this book stomach-turning. For me, it wasn't the incest--it's obvious that the father is a total unforgivable creep, that he is physically, psychologically, and emotionally abusive, that Kathryn is powerless to resist him because of her various vulnerabilities--that's simply a train wreck that you know is going to happen from the beginning. And I thought from the title and cover there was going to be some ambiguity about the incest, but there isn't; you're left with no doubt about her father's disgustingness. She didn't indulge in any graphic descriptions, at least, not in the kinds I was afraid of having to read (there is one description of a doctor's visit that I unfortunately read while I was eating and which caused me to have to put down both book & chopsticks for awhile). So that wasn't what really got to me.
I think what was most upsetting is the inevitable and endlessly reinforced conclusion that the book isn't about her father at all; it's about her mother, her mother's neglect, rejection, jealousy, and hostility. The book raises a lot of ideas about various ways parents can fail their children. Which is just an upsetting thing to have to think about, even when it's not as dramatic a story as this one.
I gotta be honest--the tense vacillation (past to present and back again) seemed gimmicky and poor to me. Otherwise, the writing is good. This was a really quick read--I finished it while stuck on my morning commute.
This is a good book, but it's uncomfortable and I wouldn't recommend it to everyone. I do think it's worth reading, though, as long as you know what you're getting into.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Anne Fadiman/THE SPIRIT CATCHES YOU AND YOU FALL DOWN: A Hmong Child, Her American Doctors, and the Collision of Two Cultures
In Merced, a city in Southern California, 1/5 of the population is Hmong refugees (now, their descendents) who were brought to the US in the 1970s and 1980s following the decimation of their people by various factors (let's just say the US was at least indirectly involved). Among these refugee families were the Lees, whose first American-born daughter, Lia, turns out to have a very serious kind of epilepsy, a condition which, in Hmong culture, is not infrequently occuring. An attack is considered to be the spirit leaving the body. In the Hmong language, epilepsy is called "when the spirit catches you and you fall down."
Anne Fadiman uses Lia's story as a tool for introducing the many facets of Hmong-American culture clash in this utterly absorbing book. I have to admit that when a friend lent this to me, my plan was to skim it quickly, say I liked it, and return it--the subject sounded small and not like something I would find particularly interesting. I decided to read the intro in good faith and then found I couldn't put it down. There is so much to know about so many things and Anne Fadiman offers you a really readable, well-informed edge here.
In a nutshell, the root of the problem at the heart of the book is that the Lees see their daughter's ailment as at least in part spiritual; the American doctors see it as purely medical, to be dealt with procedurally. Furthermore, doctor-patient relations are fraught with hardship, misunderstanding, and bitterness because the hospital cannot afford to retain Hmong interpreters and the Lees, who have never had any formal education, do not speak or write English, never mind medical jargonese. But Fadiman goes to impressive lengths to show the many contributing elements of the story--the history of Hmong oppression, the genocides and government sacrifice suffered in Laos, the death marches in Thailand, the limited immigration to America. Then, the challenges of going back to work under a Welfare system that makes it impossible to support your family by working yourself; the prejudices and rumors that arise among resident locals looking for a scapegoat; the perpetuation of stigmas associated with bad luck. The subjective sides of medicine; the protection of patients' rights; the horrors of being an immigrant in America; the challenges of maintaining your people's culture without being marginalized by your new society.
This is a really rich book--it makes you ask questions about moral relativism, the nature of medicine in America, multiculturalism, and the many forms of racism. I really recommend this--I think it really helps you think actively about your identity as a citizen of your own country as well as to ask some smart and leading questions about all the above issues. Plus it's a good read.