
Sai's love interest is is Gyan, an ethnic Gorkha (Nepali) who becomes involved with the Gorkhaland National Liberation Front (which, I assume most non-Indian, non-Nepali readers will have never heard of).
The book could be described as beautiful, with lots of slices of the reality of life in the post-Colonial era. The experiences of Indians are looked upon (or at least Desai's views of them). For example, while there are exceptions, Biju is assumed to be the common-man Indian emigrant. Without a green card, he has a tough time of it in New York, leaving the reader to wonder whether or not America is all that it's cracked up to be. Where is ones home after all?
If the book has a flaw, in my opinion, it's the time spent with the GNLF. I suppose a novel needs to have some extra conflict introduced. But to me, the slices of life were so vivid and compelling that this wrinkle hardly seemed to be needed.
Despite winning the Man Booker prize, it seems to have more than the normal share of negative reviews over at Amazon.com. As of this writing, it's rated at three stars out of five. I'll do better than that and give it three and one half stars. However, Desai can do better.
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I nearly started reading this a couple of weeks ago, so I tried not to read your review too carefully. Instead I read the latest Dave Eggers one, and now I'm onto something else. You really seem to have picked up the reading pace these days Dave.
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