Finally read Gregory Roberts’ Shantaram. It’s good when someone holds a mirror to your face. Roberts does it with honesty and, thankfully, devoid of the intellectual comeuppance that most writers (in English) on and from India, bring to an Indian tale.
Much of it for me, the slums, and even the underworld, to an extent, hits close to home, so it’s almost like getting a chance to be part of a story, and a very good one at that.
If you’ve followed this blog then you know how I love original one-liners. Shantaram packs some amazing ones. Read it.
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