The third Kunzru novel I’ve read, something
considerably more light-hearted than My
Revolutions but still really enjoyable. Both in literally and touristic
terms, I’ve never really felt the pull of the Indian subcontinent with its
charm and its mysteries – yet this book, split between India, the US and the
UK, made me reconsider that.
Arjun, the novel’s main character, is so
adorably ill-equipped to face the world that you just want to reach out to him
through the pages and hug him. Most people who have left home to find work have
probably faced some similar misadventures (I surely have) – but probably very
few have had so many. The ease with which Kunzru portrays the challenges of
life in India, in the UK, and in the USA are probably a reflection of his own
life experiences between the three countries (and continents)
Many have tried to write modern love stories in
the internet age, but very few have done it with the light touch of Kunzru, who
in many ways also preceded the writers of The Big Bang Theory (seriously, some
traits of Arjun’s personality really remind of Raj).
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