Every night my mother soaked two sets of dentures in solution.
When we were not cooking or eating what we cooked, if there was not work to be done-felling a tree, pressing a mundu, fixing a cane chair, darning a mosquito net-we sat on the veranda and received a mighty stream of guests who talked a great deal and said very little. Sardines deep-fried in a coating of earth-red masala, fresh hot rice with butter-colored moru, glistening achinga sautéed with onions cooked down until they turned the same hue as our skin. A beautiful and capacious novel rendered in singular, unforgettable prose, All This Could Be Different is a wise, tender, and riveting group portrait of young people forging love and community amidst struggle, and a moving story of one immigrant’s journey to make her home in the world.
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