West Bengal
I keep running out of books.
I know, I know, I'm supposed to be writing a book, not
reading them, and I am.
I will be.
I'm just getting my thoughts together.
But there must be time for, ahh, inspiration and refueling.
And I keep running out of material with all this constant train travel.
This is how I allowed myself to be sucked into AravindAdiga's latest vortex of despair, which I bought because a) its cover
made it look like a fun adventure story, b) there was no description of
the plot on the back, just review quotes, and c) I thought I should read
more Indian authors while I'm in India.
Last Man in Tower is about how a bunch of ordinary
people work themselves up to the decision to throw one of their neighbors off
an upper-story balcony for a bunch of money.
I don't care if I just gave away the ending. If you are
now discouraged from reading it, good. I have saved you untold grief.
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