Friday, October 16, 2009

"The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga wins Booker Prize 2008".. WTF!!

Or in the words of Balram Halwai's ex-employer's wife Pinky Madam,

"What a fucking joke."

Struggled to get past the 50-page mark.
(After 45 pages of egotistic talk, the protagonist says "So,I'm sick of talking about myself , sir." Ass. It made me sick too,plus bored me almost to death)

Insipid n Cliched. Hated the tone and style of narration. Factually so many things incorrect,or rather interpreting things in a way that is quite the opposite of how it was meant. (for eg : Gods like Hanuman,the half-monkey,half-man God, are hoisted upon us,so that we servants would work with infidelity to our masters (also implied,is servitude). WTF!). Fake .

This book is probably for those who are ignorant,and does not know the deeper meaning of India. For those westerners,who'd go "wow...India is so backward!". Aravind Agida's 'The White Tiger' doesnt appeal in any way,or makes you ponder or evokes self-inquiry,or any emotions infact,except of course, the feeling of boredom.(In stark contrast to Sir V.S.Naipaul's accounts on India -An Area of Darkness(1965),Wounded Civilization(1975) .Heavy Writing. Weight-u!)

Didnt bother to cross the 100 page mark.

Lame narration. The first book ever that i'm abandoning halfway through- congrats have this distinction. Salutations.

What a fuckin joke.

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