The White Tiger

A few months ago, I was doing my laundry pretty inattentively and managed to wash an entire novel, The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga, along with much of my clothing. I spent a lot of time drying out the book, but it never quite reached the condition I was hoping, so when I found out that everyone in our reading group was interested in going through it as our final book for the semester, I was really excited. The reason I’ve been so intrigued by this book is its description as one of the “preeminent descriptions of modern India” or something of the sort, and not just by one person.  In addition, the quote on the front cover describes it as an experience not unlike reading Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison, a novel I truly love.  If even one of the two rings true, I’m sold. If both, it may be the best book I’ve read in awhile.

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