I don't know what to make of this memoir.First of all, with some good choice of words, it did seem well written.However, it's written so carelessly that its hard to read it other than as simply Mr. Galt's frustration, which is of course fine by me, but au contraire to its intended portrayal. Like Dr. Strangelove pointed out, Its Jackson heights ,and as he said, 5th ave is not known for restaurants. More for Museums and shopping stores. Also, the final stop for the 7 train in manhattan is Times Square, not Grand Central. I also want to pick a bone with people like Mr. Galt.He thinks he is more GreenCard worthy than Ms Shanti because he is an academian. He is smart, brilliant, we are told to believe. Maybe he is. Its a silly argument. However, from his own admission, Ms shanti seem to possess certain qualities that maybe elusive to some people even after another five years in academe. Its a different thing to feel frustrated for not getting what one wants, but to put other down to make one self feel good is purely a common Nepalese mentality. Might I say, may be you are not mentally ready for a green Card? (metaphorically speaking, of course)