The Anthropologists by Aysegül Savaş

The Anthropologists by Aysegül Savaş is ostensibly about a couple, Asya and Manu, who are looking to buy an apartment in a foreign city that they have decided to call home.

But the real action is in their very small social circle – emphasis on the ‘very small’. Asya and Manu have two friends in the foreign city (Ravi and Lena), and another two acquaintances (another couple, Sharon and Paul, who host showy brunches for the ex-pats they know).

For most of the people we were acquainted with, Manu and I were nothing much more than our countries of origin, our accents, our work. And I yearned for a specific existence. Continue reading

The Idiot by Elif Batuman

When I was in Prague a couple of years ago, I was struck by how completely foreign the language (and alphabet) was. Yes, you’re probably saying ‘Duh’ but despite attempts, I came away with no more Czech than I started with (i.e. zero). Nothing stuck. Even things as simple as recognising the name of the train station near to where we were staying – I simply couldn’t find a way of retaining any of it.

I was reminded of that feeling of absolute foreignness when I read Elif Batuman’s oddball novel, The Idiot. Continue reading