![]() I was in the bathroom when my father called with the news because that was the only place to get any privacy in that apartment. I was living in an apartment in Brooklyn with three other guys. I studied writing at NYU, and was working on some other books when my grandfather died. I learned the power of storytelling early on from having to tell my story over and over. And the facts always stayed the same but the order in which I told them changed all the time. I was an impatient little kid, talking as fast as I could because one question always led to another. I became a writer because when you come to Oklahoma from Iran, you’re constantly being asked: “What are you doing here?” You have to explain yourself a lot. I’ve been doing this book ever since I got to this country, thinking about it since I was 10 years old. What was it about his death that propelled you into writing it? And why do you think it took more than a decade for you to tell this story? The author’s note to this book says you began writing it when your grandfather died 13 years ago. ![]()
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