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336 pages, Hardcover
First published July 11, 2017
“I saw how much these trips had drained me. Did they bring me any closer to Baba? Did they restore my roots or the childhood I had missed? All they did was tarnish my memories. The Baba I had known was trapped in the past, forever thirty-three, as I would be forever eight years old to him. Having never grown together, all we could do was rehash, returning to old ground, changing each other back to a faded snapshot after every goodbye.” – Niloo
“How sad it is when someone has left your orbit, whose memory has receded, holds such intimate knowledge. Meeting them again feels like renewed loss, and it’s full of tremors and watery eyes and involuntary responses much like a bout of opium withdrawal, not only because every familiar detail – their blue eyes or their yellowing laugh or a charming turn of their hand – is like a coil of skin peeled from the heart, but because they took away that knowledge of you with them, that snapshot of you, out into the world. And as they changed, everything that they knew changed too. And so you are unwittingly altered.” – Bahman
Baba's joy was like a piece of luggage tumbling down a steep escalator. You don't try to stop a thing with that much mass and momentum. You get out of the way.The main character, Niloo, has been uprooted from Iran and transplanted to Oklahoma. She spends most of the novel in Amsterdam, accomplished, uprooted, displaced, grieving her loss, looking for her identity, searching for a refuge, for home.