In this first novel, an Iranian-born young man does all he can to escape his heritage, upbringing and parents, especially his homesick, tyrannical father—and fails, with results sometimes comic and sometimes poignant.
Xerxes Adam grows up in a cramped Pasadena apartment. His mother, Lala, makes an effort—always private, on her own terms—to assimilate, but his father, Darius, bewails his exile and resists America wherever he can. Determined to save the complex’s blue jays, Darius begins capturing and putting bells on neighbors’ cats, which afterward noisily prowl the yard, “clamor against clamor as if their consciences were dialoguing.” Soon fellow residents come to complain about this odd foreigner and his inexplicable crusade; Xerxes is embarrassed. When, later, his father confides the origins of his belated animal-rescue instincts (it’s his conscience that’s causing the tintinnabulation, not the cats’), Xerxes is appalled, and determines to sever ties with his dad, with Iran, with the whole miserable legacy of Middle-Eastern maleness. It is, of course, not so easy…and becomes even less so when, on 9/11, he encounters on the rooftop of his New York City apartment the half-Iranian woman who will become his first love. Khakpour’s novel is a lively if familiar tale of immigrants caught between incompatible worlds, one past and romanticized, the other present but inaccessible.
Khakpour displays a barbed, appealing sensibility and a trenchant wit, and while her book meanders in the middle, and the prose loses verve after the lovely opening, she gets the plot back on track by the end.