Chloë Ashby

An independent observer: Whereabouts, by Jhumpa Lahiri, reviewed

A lonely, middle-aged teacher strolls through her home city scoping the crowd, from which she remains separate

Jhumpa Lahiri. Credit: Getty Images 
issue 08 May 2021

After falling in love with Italy as a young woman, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author Jhumpa Lahiri broke with English and began writing in Italian. Her new novel — a slim and bewitching tale of a woman at her midpoint — she wrote first in Italian and has since translated. The story is told in a series of vignettes, the lengthiest six or so pages. Each is titled with the setting — in the office, at the register, on the street — and paints an exquisite picture of a single soul moving thoughtfully about her city.

‘I’m glad he wasn’t in Line of Duty. There would have been a riot.’

‘I don’t share my life with anyone,’ says that soul early on. She lives alone in a spartan apartment, and with only herself to worry about she never fills the fridge. She teaches, though, as she reminds us: ‘I’m here to earn a living, my heart’s not in it’.

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