Somehow this story just never took off, the characters and their relationships never quite became real. There are only three major characters in the story: Ushman, the middle-aged Iranian rug merchant who has emigrated to New York; Stella, a young girl from the Deep South who is a freshman at Columbia University. Both strangers in a foreign land. And then there's Mrs. Roberts, a wealthy, elderly society lady whose love of Persian rugs and capacity to buy them has made the rug merchant successful. And there are the characters who haunt the major characters: Farak, Ushman's wife who has remained in Iran and for whom he longs; Ushman's demanding mother whom he hates; and Stella's mother who makes an unexpected attempt at suicide. Despite the rather weary recital, this is not a depressing book.
Yes, of course, these people are needy and lonely, but this leads them into relationships which are both tender and surprising and bound not to last. They are mostly self-aware, intelligent, vulnerable, and filled with longing. I could almost see the movie develop as I was reading. The author has put together all the makings of a very good, nuanced movie and a potentially very good novel. It's a shame that she never really pulls it off.