The Konkans giá ưu đãi

Francisco D’Sai is the firstborn son of a firstborn son – the latest in a long line of proud Konkans stretching back for centuries. Since he was old enough to hear the tales of his noble forebears, Francisco has known what it meant to be a Konkan in India. But what does it mean to be a Konkan in Illinois? His father, desperate to shed his past and fit in, drinks a lot and speaks very little, while his pony-tailed all-American mother remains as bewitched by India as when she first met her husband there. And then uncle Sam arrives from Chikmagalur, bringing with him all the dust and chaos of his homeland, along with enough stories to dazzle Francisco and enough charm to seduce his mother – Taking us from the villages on western India to the suburbs of 1970s Chicago, “The Konkans” is the exuberant portrait of one uprooted family, chasing the immigrant dream and creating their own family legends along the way. –This text refers to the Paperback edition.

Tony D’Souza is the author of three novels, including the award-winning Whiteman. He has contributed to The New Yorker, Playboy, Esquire, Outside, Salon, Granta, McSweeney’s, O. Henry Prize Stories, Best American Fantasy, and elsewhere. A recipient of the Sue Kaufman Prize, Florida Gold and Silver Medals for fiction, and fellowships from the Guggenheim and the NEA, Tony was nominated for a National Magazine Award for coverage of Nicaragua’s Eric Volz murder trial and spent three years in Africa with the Peace Corps.

PRAISE FOR WHITEMAN”Quirky, seductive and funny . . . The author has acquired the arts of a master storyteller, and each little tale nestled in this novel has an intoxicating, fireside charm. Some of the tales are sad, or spooky or bawdy, but all of them seamlessly combine the ancient allure of folklore with a modern, Western literary elegance.”–Salon”It’s the quality of vision that makes D’Souza’s novel notable and, for a first book, unusual.”—The New York Times Book Review

The PigA long time ago, my uncles bought a pig. I was a few months old at the time. I’d like to say that my uncles bought the pig to herald my birth, but no, it was instead to celebrate the feast of St. Francis Xavier, my namesake and our family’s patron