>The New Yorker: "Nawabdin Electrician" by Daniyal Mueenuddin

>This isn’t a story I recommend, except for the fact that it is set in Pakistan and you don’t see many such stories. Here, Nawabdin is an operator. He works—but he also has a way of skimming a little extra here and there, including helping people cheat the electric company. But one forgives him this corruption, in a way, because he has 12 daughters (just one son) and will be saddled with their dowries. His primary employer provides him with a motorcycle and it is while he is riding the motorcycle that a man even poor than he attacks him and shoots him. Nawabdin survives, but the shots bring help and the attacker is also shot. In hospital, the attacker claims poverty and begs forgiveness. But Nawabdin (is he any better than the poorer man?) will not budge. It seems to me the reader is meant to conclude that Nawabdin is a hypocrite, that there is little difference between the two men, but Nawabdin cannot see it. If there is more to this story than this easy moral, I’d love it if someone would suggest it here in a comment.

August 27, 2007: “