Perhaps this story, unlike his previous works, felt less impactful because it didn’t have the anchor of a single protagonist. It felt more like the coming together of different perspectives, across different cultures and eras, to form a multi-faceted narrative.
But the story itself is no less moving and masterful. I’ve always enjoyed reading novels set in different cultures, and Khaled Hosseini has always been a favorite author. He provides vivid pictures to a place and culture I might otherwise have no clue about, a place which has been clouded over by media portrayal.
The ending is not what one might call “happy”, but as with life, it’s always up to us to find closure where it may be elusive. I personally found a gentle beauty and peace in how things turned out, reminding us that light can emerge from the darkest of nights, and there can be beauty even in darkness.