I just started reading Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri last night, a (so far) tranquil domestic follow-up to the savagery of The Road.
I've read an awful lot about fictional Bengali and Indian immigrants in recent years, and so in reading Unaccustomed Earth, I feel like I'm reading a familiar story. Maybe too familiar. I may need to put this away until my synapses fray a bit further.
I sense a Cormac McCarthy obsession beginning.