I received No One Can Pronounce My Name by Rakesh Satyal in the May My Lit Box. This was a book that would likely not have otherwise been on my radar, and while I’m glad I read it, I’m not sure how likely I would be to recommend it to others.
Part of my issue may be the similarities to The Namesake. Both books deal with first-generation and second-generation Indian-Americans. Both highlight the elder’s struggles to acclimate themselves to America while simultaneously grieving for their homeland. Both highlight the issues their children have when they feel as though they don’t fit in here in America or in India.
I loved The Namesake like whoa, and while this book was entertaining and fine, it wasn’t anywhere near the brilliant and immersive experience it was to read The Namesake. Is this far to No One Can Pronounce My Name? I am open to the idea that it isn’t, and yet there it is.
To be clear, this was a satisfying book to read. I liked most of the characters and I enjoyed following along on their individual journeys of growth. I just didn’t connect with it to the level that I may have if I hadn’t been reading The Namesake at the same time.