I feel like you can't go wrong with a Graywolf Press book. This quiet novel is about a year in the life of a young Indian woman working in the U.S. was no exception. Each chapter is a small scene, a conversation between other people and Pavitra, where we see her experience of the world through the things people say to her. Some are friends and family; others are colleagues and strangers. Everyone is more preoccupied with what they want to tell her, usually about India, sometimes about herself, than they are with learning what Pavitra thinks.
She studied at an American University and is in her first year of work, pursuing a work visa. The interim step is "Optional Practical Training," OPT, which is how she ends up teaching physics at a private school outside of Boston.
The theme running through the book is belonging. The last conversation in the book takes place on a bus between Maine, where Pavitra has been on an 8-week writer's retreat, and Boston. The woman sitting next to her on the bus was born, coincidentally, in India, to English expats. She's been in Maine visiting her daughter and new grandchild. She didn't move to England until she was seventeen, and even then her parents remained in India. She returned many times to the country where she was born. Eventually Pavitra asks where her home is. The woman replies, "Nowhere, I suppose. More and more these days I have the sense of belonging nowhere, that all I do is move among places and times. [...] Home is my life, everything that I've seen and been, and it just comes along with me." One wonders if these are prophetic words for Pavitra, who is just beginning her own journey of discovering where home is.