Bindu Bansinath's debut novel is a darkly comic story of death, secrecy, and community set in a South Asian suburban enclave of New Jersey. When Matthew Pillai is found dead, slumped over the wheel of his BMW, the women of Willow Road are drawn into the investigation of their friend's death—and into the tangle of relationships, favors, and resentments that connected them all to him. At the center of the case are the Sharmas: Anita, a widow whose late husband first introduced Matthew to the neighborhood, and her boundary-testing teenage daughter, Leila, who called him Uncle. For Anita, who has been in a kind of free fall since she arrived in the United States as a young woman, Matthew's presence had offered hope, even a promise of a better future for Leila. But the truth of that relationship proves far stranger and more troubling than it appeared. Bansinath uses the mystery of Matthew's death as an armature for a sharp social comedy about an immigrant community—its internecine quarrels, casual backstabbing, generational feuds, and the gap between the respectable surface of suburban striving and what lies beneath it. The novel is attentive to the particular pressures on immigrant mothers and daughters, to the ways women in a tightly bound community both wound and rely on one another, and to the secrets that get buried in the pursuit of the American dream. Funny and unsettling by turns, Men Like Ours announces a distinctive new voice in fiction, one that treats a small suburban world with both comic precision and genuine moral weight.