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“...it is not always possible to restore one’s boundaries after they have been blurred and made permeable by a relationship: try as we might, we cannot reconstitute ourselves as the autonomous beings we previously imagined ourselves to be. Something of us is now outside, and something of the outside is now within us.”

Quote by Mohsin Hamid

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The Reluctant Fundamentalist

In this thought-provoking novel, the protagonist, a successful Pakistani businessman living in the United States, finds himself at the center of a shifting political landscape following the September 11 attacks. The story unfolds through a series of conversations with a mysterious American at a Lahore café, as the protagonist reflects on his journey from a life of assimilation to one of alienation and resistance. The novel delves into the challenges of maintaining cultural identity in a changing world and the impact of political events on individual lives. more

Author

Mohsin Hamid
Mohsin Hamid

Mohsin Hamid is a Pakistani-British writer born in Karachi in 1971. His works often explore themes of globalization, identity, and modernity. Hamid's debut novel, 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist,' published in 2001, received widespread acclaim and earned him numerous awards. His other notable works include 'How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia' and 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist'. more

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