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'The Other Americans' review: Laila Lalami's novel is an immigrant story and absorbing mystery

Laila Lalami, author of

Laila Lalami, author of "The Other Americans" (Pantheon, March 2019) Photo Credit: April Rocha Photography

THE OTHER AMERICANS, by Laila Lalami. Pantheon, 301 pp., $25.95.

Laila Lalami sets her fourth novel, “The Other Americans,” in a contemporary United States, a big departure for an artist who dazzled critics most recently conjuring the voice of a 16th-century enslaved Moroccan, thought to be the first black explorer of the New World.

“The Moor’s Account” deserved its berth as a Pulitzer Prize finalist in 2015. The new story taps an altogether different literary vein: the genre in which a dead body drops on the first page.

The body belongs to Driss Guerraoui , 61, a Moroccan immigrant to California, killed by a speeding car on an early spring night in the Mojave Desert.

“Whenever I think about that moment, these two contradictory images come to me: my father struggling for breath on the cracked asphalt, and me drinking champagne with my roommate Margo,” begins narrator Nora, the daughter toasting her friend in an Oakland bistro when she receives the catastrophic news.

Nora is one of a Greek chorus of characters who take turns narrating this elegant, scalloping mystery. One voice belongs to Jeremy Gorecki, a veteran of the Iraq war nursing an old crush on Nora, who hears of the hit-and-run as he reports to work as a deputy sheriff; another to Efraín Aceves, an undocumented laborer who pauses to fix his bicycle chain and sees the victim fall.

The widow Maryam has her piece, and the deceased himself speaks four times: to recall his departure with Maryam from the 1981 political unrest in Casablanca; to remember defending Nora from a pious 11-year-old boy who scolded her uncovered teenaged knees; to relate the social intricacies of running his desert town diner; and to poignantly narrate his last hours, proudly overseeing the installation of a new, better restaurant sign, with a lighted arrow proclaiming The Pantry.

The aging proprietor of an adjacent bowling alley continuously beefs with the Guerraouis over parking, and Driss pauses to ask an almost Biblical question: “What could I do with a neighbor like that? How could I prevent him from finding fault when fault was all he was looking for?”

This deft, direct and absorbing story benefits from the craft Lalami brings to the English language; a reader senses the scholar who earned a doctorate in linguistics at the University of Southern California.

“The Other Americans” considers quotidian grievances and resentment, but it is blessedly free of the finger-wagging that creeps into too much contemporary immigrant fiction, such as Hala Alyan’s “Salt Houses”  or Dina Nayeri’s ”Refuge.” 

Instead, Lalami brings subtlety to the interior lives of her two law enforcement narrators, Jeremy and police detective Erika Coleman, a transplant from Washington, D.C., whose husband spouts bromides and whose lonely son keeps her distracted.

Coleman's only physical clue comes from three microscopic silver paint chip flakes in the road. But the mystery will turn on her ability to construct one scenario, one story, and then pivot to another. 

Meanwhile, Lalami’s storytelling delivers quiet pleasure and glints of humor. Little Nora remembers: “We had last names that the teacher always shortened to an initial.” And grown Nora dodges Maryam asking, “Are you wearing that to dinner? White isn’t a good color on you, you know, it makes you look darker.”

The novel isn’t perfect. A few sentences veer into melodrama and the ending lands a bit pat. But this haunting story also puts the reader in mind of Toni Morrison’s prescient observation: “Much of the alarm hovering at the borders, the gates, is stoked, it seems to me, by … an uneasy relationship with our own foreignness, our own rapidly disintegrating sense of belonging.”   

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