The next book to be berried is The White Tiger by Arvind Adiga. Please check the Wiki for details about Adiga. Again, I’m not going to post about the plot as it is not my job. I’m going to put down what my experience in reading the book was.
I have to admit, I picked the book up with a reasonable expectation. It’s not daily that Indian authors win the Hooker Booker Prize… well may be once every 5 years or so. So what were my initial thoughts about the story? “hmmm interesting”. Then a sudden jolt comes as the narrator describes the one main incident which completed his transformation into the White Tiger.
But frankly, the tempo just drops big time. YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN! Adiga could have saved it for later and it would have beeen good. but now it just gave me a “meh!’ what the fuck” kinda feel. The overall experience in reading the story of a man who claws, knarls, chews his way to become an entrepreneur is just ok! not great.
I don’t fucking understand what’s the problem is with these writers in portraying India as a land of Shit! (quite literally) Vikas Swarup and Danny Boyle did it and now Adiga does it as well. Open your weirdo eyes dudes, India has improved by leaps and bounds and you guys are a part of that developed India. Ofcourse there is still the other part of India there, but enough stirring the old shit!
Booker? Hardly deserving! Sorry Mr. Adiga, you have not convinced me.
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