I really liked this sotry of Ashoke and Ashima, a Bengali couple who emigrated to the US where Ashoke is a professor and Ashima is a homesick stay-at-home wife and mother longing for friends and family in Calcutta.  Their son, Gogol, struggles, first with him name, and then with his Indian heritage and his understanding of his father.  Their relatioinship remains awkward until his father’s death and even then, Gogol still struggles with his heritage, his belifes, and his goals.  (fiction)