The affair that Miranda has with Dev in “Sexy” is shaped by her fascination with his cultural difference as an Indian man living in America. The story suggests that Miranda’s attempts to first understand and then appropriate Dev’s cultural identity follow from her perception that he has a rich sense of identity that she personally lacks. This lack is reflected, in part, by the absence of detail concerning her own identity and background. In one revealing passage, Miranda tells Dev that she moved to Boston from Michigan, the place where she grew up and went to college, in order to live in a place where she isn’t known. She appears at the same time to relish being alone, spending her evenings going to movies and bookstores by herself. Nor is there any indication in the story of how she has been shaped by the past, what her interests are in the present, or what her hopes are for the future.
If one were to pinpoint the moment when Miranda falls for Dev, it is when he playfully ascribes to her a specific identity: “Part of your name is Indian,” he tells her upon first meeting her. From this moment onward, the focus of her relationship with Dev is weighted heavily on the side of her fascination with his cultural identity. However, this fascination seems unreciprocated by Dev, apart from his interest in her as a sexual partner. Arguably the most personal thing Dev ever says to Miranda, in fact, is that she is “sexy,” suggesting that he values her primarily as a lover and not as an interesting individual in her own right. Miranda, on the other hand, imagines Dev as possessing an exotic, vivid identity. His exoticism is in part a function of her ignorance; she at first imagines that Bengali is a religion, not an ethnicity, and has little understanding of India’s politics or geography. She is inspired to understand Dev and his cultural identity as their relationship deepens, even to the point where she attempts to learn the Bengali language and to write her name in Bengali. By the end of the story, however, Miranda’s fascination with Dev’s cultural identity and Dev’s interest in her as a sexual partner aren’t enough to sustain the relationship, suggesting that relationships based upon shallow perceptions of difference or sexual appeal are finally doomed to failure.
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Cultural Difference and Attraction Quotes in Sexy
It was a wife’s worst nightmare. After nine years of marriage, Laxmi told Miranda, her cousin’s husband had fallen in love with another woman. He sat next to her on a plane, on a flight from Delhi to Montreal, and instead of flying home to his wife and son, he got off with the woman at Heathrow. He called his wife, and told her he’d had a conversation that had changed his life, and that he needed time to figure things out. Laxmi’s cousin had taken to her bed.
“Part of your name is Indian,” the man said, pacing his steps with hers.
She stopped, as did he, at a circular table piled with sweaters, flanked with pinecones and velvet bows.
“Miranda?”
“Mira. I have an aunt named Mira.”
His name was Dev. He worked in an investment bank back that way, he said, tilting his head in the direction of South Station. He was the first man with a mustache, Miranda decided, she found handsome.
“Go ahead,” he urged, walking backward to his end of the bridge. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Say something.” She watched his lips forming the words; at the same time she heard them so clearly that she felt them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.
“Hi,” she whispered, unsure of what else to say.
“You’re sexy,” he whispered back.
It had taken her several tries to get the letters of her name to resemble the sample letters in the book, and even then she wasn’t sure if she’d written Mira or Mara. It was a scribble to her, but somewhere in the world, she realized with a shock, it meant something.
The third Sunday she got up early and went out for a walk. It was cold but sunny, and so she walked all the way down Commonwealth Avenue, past the restaurants where Dev had kissed her, and then she walked all the way to the Christian Science center. The Mapparium was closed, but she bought a cup of coffee nearby and sat on one of the benches in the plaza outside the church, gazing at its giant pillars and its massive dome, and at the clear-blue sky spread over the city.



