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Before starting the book, I was wondering if all the hoopla surrounding Arvind Adiga’s The White Tiger was pure hype with no substance. But I was in for a pleasant surprise when I discovered that the novel had all the substance and more. Arvind Adiga’s The White Tiger is a magnum opus, saying a lot about contemporary India in an immensely humorous way.

Adiga’s story revolves around a protagonist who is so depressed that his parents don’t even bother to give him a name. The motel begins with the central character ‘Balram’, also known as ‘munna’, writing a series of letters to the Chinese Premier ‘Wen Jiabao’, who is visiting his city, Bangalore. One wonders about the correlation of the prime minister of China with a small businessman that he later becomes. The letters are addressed to the Prime Minister, albeit in what could be described as the best of elementary English.

In the future, the readers realize that the letters are descriptive narratives and confessions of Balram’s life. Balram has a lot to unburden himself: the story of his life and his journey to his current status as a successful businessman in Bangalore.

Indigenous corruption, the manipulation of local votes and the conditions of the rural school, where the teacher who has not been paid for six months, resorts to selling the menu of school uniforms to give them free to students, are very funny but also painful images. . of reality Most of the narrative is to build the crime that Balram commits. The narration is so captivating that you are not surprised if, while reading the book, you burst out laughing or burst out laughing. Kudos to the author, for brilliantly putting together a thought-provoking motel that, instead of overwhelming you, surprises you with his light touch. The brilliant way in which the author has portrayed an ordinary character, who is a reference for a large population of India, is ingenious. Except for a few minor flaws here and there, the book is truly a masterpiece. Finally, an international book by an Indian author who doesn’t thrive on painting an unflattering picture of the country! This book is a must read on your Amazon Kindle eBook list. Don’t forget to upload it to your Amazon Kindle. You can download it on Amazon and from Kindle directly.

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