Oh, friends, it’s been such a good week for books!! Vacation will do that to you, I think. I’ve been able to sit still and immerse myself in each book so that they become a part of me, with no distractions. Yesterday, I finished Motherland by Leah Franqui and my heart is so full. I can’t recommend this one enough. Please, do yourself a favor and pick this up!
“The problem with moving was that it made you alien. Everyone was a stranger, and you were the invader, the outsider, the one desperate to achieve closeness with others.”
I have known the confusion and pain of moving. We moved my senior year in high school. I always joke that it took me ten years to recover from the devastation but it’s hardly a joke. My life changed and derailed in mysterious and beautiful ways that I still feel 25 years later. And then, later in life as a newly married woman, I moved again with my husband and our three kiddos. From a city to the country, from the sea to the mountains, away from family and friends. It wasn’t to a foreign land as described in this book, but to me it might as well have been.
"I thought when i moved here that I would find the things I wanted, but I have only become more and more confused. I keep pouring things into my body to fill it up, to make it full of something that will make me feel less...alone. Less unhappy. But it doesn't work. Smoke & rum and work and even people. None of it works."
In this book, we follow the journey of two women starting over in their own way. Rachel, a young Jewish American, has recently moved to Mumbai, India with her new husband. And Swati, Rachel’s new Mother-in-Law, has just left her husband and moved in with her son. The two women could not be more different and clash early on as they both have their own ways of running a home. But as this beautiful dual narrative book so eloquently displays, they are experiencing the same things, just in their own ways.
“It is easy to be afraid. Everyone stays where they are because they do not know what will happen to them when they go to a new place. But they are still the same. They can do more than they think.”
I love how this book did such a wonderful job of showing how connected we truly are. In an age of so much division and finger pointing, this book gently reminds us that we may look different but we are the same. We feel hope and experience loss and need love, even if we may do all those things differently. Franqi poignantly highlights the cultural differences of America/India and unique stresses of the MIL relationship while still honoring both.
It feels like a love letter to a misunderstood city with its lush descriptions of food, people, and culture. She also dives into the complexities of marriage, friendship and family. What it means to be a woman and have courage to speak up and ask for what you want. To look inside yourself for your needs.
“Is that enough? Just to have faith that things might change? Or should we do things, to make them change?”
Franqui handles all this depth with a light touch, making this a quick enjoyable read.