Nahai does a great job raising the curtain on the American-Iranian Jewish community. She captures nuanced, spot-on details which only an insider can know. Nahai describes, lauds, reminiscences and pokes fun at Iranian culture, especially in comparison to its American counterpart. I love how she contrasts mourning rituals: "Theirs [the Iranian's] was, after all, a culture that measured a man's popularity by the amount of tears shed at his graveside...In the end, John Vain's funeral looked totally American--simple, rushed, poorly attended."
At times the novel is part-satire, part-reality, part-fantasy, part-comedy, part-social commentary, all of which made my head spin. Nahai jumps in tone as much as she jumps throughout time periods and characters, which makes the plot confusing. Only the most thoughtful readers will go back to reread portions of the beginning of the novel, so that the thickening plot will make sense, 300 pages later.
I did enjoy the book but overall, I felt that it could have been condensed by 1/3 and that focusing on one specific tone would have made the book more powerful.
The hallmark of a good author is to "show, not tell." Half the time I felt like Nahai was very descriptively telling us what was happening but not descriptively showing us.
But literary nit-picking aside, it's always a pleasure to read about the Jewish immigrant experience, especially from cultures which are marginalized, so in that regard, you can't go wrong with this book!