Title: The Other Americans
Author: Laila Lalami
Publisher: Pantheon
Pages: 320
My GoodReads Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐Publisher: Pantheon
Pages: 320
In
these times of heated debate about migration policies, about the rights of
those seeking refuge or the right to build their lives in America, this book
takes us into the lives of some other Americans. They are first- or
second-generation immigrants, all wanting a piece of the American Dream for
themselves.
The
book is presented to us from multiple viewpoints. We have here the first-person
point of view of Nora, her father Driss Guerraoul, her mother Maryam, childhood
friend Jeremy Gorecki who is now a police officer, investigating officer Erica Coleman,
and Efrain, an undocumented person who witnessed the accident. We also read of
the first-person account of Anderson Baker, who runs the bowling alley next to
Driss’ diner.
Driss
Guerraoul is killed in a hit-and-run accident while returning home from the
diner he owns. The police don’t treat the investigation with the seriousness it
deserves, reserving the tough questions (did he drink, gamble or do drugs, have
enemies, owe money?) for the dead man’s widow instead of pursuing the driver of
the car.
Nora, a
jazz composer born to immigrant parents, is upset about her father’s death. He
was the only one to believe in her, unlike her mother, who was only proud of
her older daughter’s achievements. Nora’s father had rejected the theory that
his younger daughter was slow and that there was something wrong with her.
Affected by a syndrome called synesthesia, Nora used to hear music in colours,
a phenomenon not unheard of among those who show a talent for music.
Nora’s
sister, Salma, is not happy about the fact that their father named Nora the
beneficiary of his insurance policy.
Then
Nora learns of her father’s affair with a much younger woman, and of how he
planned to leave her mother, and it makes her feel differently towards him.
Her POV
also gives us a peek into the world of music, with compositions and festivals
that she struggles to make a mark in.
Jeremy
is an insomnia suffering part time police officer who is pursuing his
education. His account tells us about his friend Fierro, who he met in the War,
and Fierro’s ex-wife Mary, and his boss, Vasco, and at first we don’t see why
we are being told about these people.
Efrain
is the first to witness the accident that claims the life of Driss. He flees
the scene of the crime, afraid of calling attention to his undocumented status
and losing the life that he and his wife Marisela have been able to build for
their two little kids.
Maryam’s
account tells us of her struggle to get her idealist husband to move from
Morocco to California with three-year-old Salma and of the struggles they faced
in their new country.
Driss’
account takes us on a ride into the past, back in Morocco, and the unrest they
sought to escape.
Erica’s
account shows us her own personal struggle with a workaholic husband and a son
who isn’t doing well at school at all, and her professional struggle in trying
to solve the crime. All she has are particles of the paint from the car to work
with.
Each
account tells us something more about the people. They are all facing their own
troubles, living their own lives, while being connected with the dead man
somehow.
The
tragedy of a sudden death lies in how many things are left undone, the things
that can never be again.
I found
it odd that the author seemed so reluctant to give us the last names of the
characters.
Nora,
cheated on by all the men she has had relationships with, feels used and
discarded. Jeremy has fought in the War, and is broken by his mother’s death
and his father’s alcoholism. I longed to have these two broken people come
together.
Along the
way, the author makes interesting observations about the nature of memory:
Perhaps
memory is not merely the preservation of a moment in the mind, but the process
of repeatedly returning to it, carefully breaking it up in parts, and
assembling them again until we can make sense of what we remember.
How
strange the work of memory… What some people remembered and others forgot.
She also talks about the struggles that immigrants, particularly Muslims, face:
Growing up in this town, I had long ago learned that the savagery of a man named Mohammed was rarely questioned, but his humanity always had to be proven.
She also talks about the struggles that immigrants, particularly Muslims, face:
Growing up in this town, I had long ago learned that the savagery of a man named Mohammed was rarely questioned, but his humanity always had to be proven.
In the end, Nora does get the answer to her father’s death, but how she reacts to it is a different story.
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