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By Ranbir Singh Sidhu

In twelve startling and vividly imagined tales, Ranbir Singh Sidhu overturns the lives of standard Indians dwelling in the USA to carry us a daring debut assortment, Good Indian Girls.

A girl attends a de-cluttering category looking for love. A low-level, drunkard diplomat reveals himself mysteriously transferred to the Consulate in San Francisco, the place everybody believes he's a very good, misplaced poet. An anthropological excursion looking for early human fossils is going disastrously improper and the chief turns to looking for the first actual sounds made by way of people. The spouse of a retiring Consul can pay tribute to her puppy python by way of getting ready to serve him to her dinner site visitors. an odd cranium came across outdoor an orphanage leads to the production of a cult round one of many charismatic younger residents.

Unsettling, relocating, insightful, funny — those superbly written tales trip among melancholy and redemption as they remove darkness from the lives of usually deeply wrong characters, and mark the emergence of an enormous new voice in American fiction.

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