We Take Our Cities with Us is an exquisite memoir, a dazzling exploration of time, place, and self. I loved it.Lily King, Writers & Lovers
We Take Our Cities with Us is a memoir of uncommon delicacy and emotional force: Sorayya Khan illuminates her hybrid legacy and international upbringing, braiding the multiple threads of her complex identity. This is an intimate, beautiful and lasting book.Claire Messud, Kant’s Little Prussian Head and Other Reasons Why I Write
With grace and power, this mesmerizing memoir swirls from continent to continent, decade to decade, through a journey of identity, memory, loyalty, and loss. Part map, part family tree, We Take Our Cities With Us provides an intimate glimpse into what it means to make a home in the global modern age. Sorayya Khan is an exquisite storyteller, and we will take this story with us.Eleanor Henderson, Everything I Have is Yours
Sorayya Khan’s extraordinary memoir traverses a deeply personal terrain dotted with questions of identity, culture, and belonging. We Take Our Cities with Us engrosses the reader with myriad journeys, histories and piercing insights. Thoroughly gratifying.Raza Rumi, Delhi by Heart: Impressions of a Pakistani Traveller
Note to Readers: One morning, I sat at my desk ready to tackle a perplexing question: How much of your novels are true? A year later, I’d written the origin story for each novel and discovered that my pages were as much about the cities in my life as me. Another surprise was that my Dutch mother–who’d recently died–was alive on almost every page. I made a list of my cities and hers, and started again. In the next draft, Vienna bled into Maastricht and Lahore into Amsterdam, much as they did in the letters I’d inherited from my parents. We Take Our Cities with Us is a memoir of loss and rediscovery in a globalized world. Like all novels, it is true.
Elegant and richly remembered, this [book] offers a poignant tribute to the complex beauty of inherited histories.”Publishers Weekly
This is a rich, wise, deeply moving reflection on cities that are both home to migrants and themselves migrants, having morphed into barely recognizable versions of their former selves. The ghosts of other times and places haunt the characters in this memoir. Sometimes that haunting is a reminder of what has been lost forever, but sometimes it can also be a consolation: even as our passports root us in one place, our curiosities, loves, and longings can make unexpected connections across supposedly insurmountable borders.”Jonathan Gil Harris, The First Firangis: Remarkable Stories of Heroes, Healers, Charlatans, Courtesans and other Foreigners who Became Indian