When The White Tiger made an entry into the Academy Awards with a nomination for the best adapted screenplay… I kind of sat up and took notice. What prompted this selection? Was the book worth retelling on celluloid? I had almost not believed Arvind Adiga then. More than a decade later, the movie ( The White Tiger,2021) prompted me to pick up the fast fiction by the same name and story writer, from my bookshelf once again to give it a re-look.
When you re-read old books, you come across certain portions that initially had got missed out in the race to read a book just fresh out on the racks and reach the finish line, especially of the Booker famed ones. Like me with this one. Yes, it was interesting even then- felt like Bollywood grunge but had failed to make a mark. But this time round, my experiences in life had added a better perspective to the reading. Like this page cried out for a share…
Now I know why he got chosen for the Booker in 2008.
What he spoke out here is not at all the un-truth. And the city of Gurgaon ( Gurugram) can be replaced by any Tier 1 city of India. The book surprises you at places as it enters the minds of the city dwellers, but that is for the discerning reader, as this is for sure, not a book review.
I am peeved to accept that I too probably belong to the book somehow… probably the darkness to city transition! The people, the places and the dark- dark humour almost bordering on the sinister has quite a pull. Identify with it or look down upon it… it spares none.