Jhumpa Lahiri...

...has a short story out in the New Yorker. She can over-explain the Bengali ethos (hey, I'm the Babu, I'm supposed to complain) but I love it when she focuses on the right, evocative detail: "He noticed the two or three safety pins she wore fastened to the thin gold bangles that were behind the red and white ones, which she would use to replace a missing hook on a blouse or to draw a string through a petticoat at a moment’s notice, a practice he associated strictly with his mother and sisters and aunts in Calcutta."