This novel became a way to learn about India, about Bangladesh, about sexuality and identity and women. It shaped itself in layers, first a Bengali widow, with a gay son she’d allowed to be shunned from her home, then a Bangladeshi tour company that pretends to be Indian to lure unsuspecting tourists, then finally the larger world, what it means to be with someone closeted, how it feels to tour America, everything else I could understand and find about immigration...