Wow! - this is an extraordinary collection of short stories. Even more extraordinary, since I've now looked him up and find that this is Daniyal Mueenuddin's debut as an author.
After reading the first story in this collection, which are all linked somehow to Mr K K Harouini or his houses or retinue, I was pleased that I had started reading. By the end I was simply astonished at the achievement.
Mueenudin's device allows him to explore different classes and types within Pakistan; from the old and new Punjabi farmers to the industrialists, from the upper class educated at Yale or Oxford and used to spending time in London and New York, to the servants and hangers on depending on patronage and the giving and receiving of favours in a society that's moved from the feudal to a new mobility in a staggeringly short period.
Corruption is everywhere. Those who are not calculating are cheated - Sohail, the nephew of MR K K Hourani, who has been shielded from much, is described as `a lamb fattened for the slaughter' by his own doting mother to his American girlfriend.
There is love but it is helpless against the stronger forces of family, money and status. As Sohail himself quotes `but the dull need to make some kind of house/ out of the life lived and the love spent'.
Women get a raw deal in this collection; the working class trade sex for advancement, food and clothes but it's transitory. The better born and moneyed are still dependent and bored by their restrictions or their revolt from those restrictions.
The language alters to suit the subjects of each story. It is simple, straightforward and earthy in the narrative of Nawabdin Electrician (who incidentally seems to have the only happy marriage in this book), and has resonances to match the voices of the more westernised and sophisticated dialogue in the stories Lily and Our Lady of Paris.
This collection reminded me of by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's
The Thing Around Your Neck, in that they give such a rich evocation of one country and its past (here Pakistan, in the other collection, Nigeria) and then juxtaposes that with the modern day and an American, rather than British colonial view.
I've been reading other Pakistani authors recently; Kamila Sahmsie and Nadeem Aslam. Mueenuddin is in the same league.
If this book were a novel rather than a collection of short stories I am sure it would be up for the big prizes. It deserves them.