While in Chicago for a day, Mamush, whom we learn was a quiet and accommodating child who could make himself seem invisible when needed, tries to fill in some of the many blank spaces in his childhood. He then is driven by a chain of cab drivers back across the country to DC, the last leg of the trip driven by Samuel. We jump back and forth between this journey and Mamush attending the Samuel’s wake in his DC suburban home. We learn that Mamush has often had difficulty determining what is and isn’t real, as we as readers try to understand what parts of the story may also not be real.
Like much of Mamush’s communication with his parents, and even with his wife, a photographer whose photographs also appear in the book, the story is told “on the slant” and ends up working on several different levels. I found it all a very moving description of the disappointment so many immigrants must live with in this country, and the strange “in-between” world their children must inhabit.
