I’m quite getting into listening to audiobooks. It’s a wonderful way to spend time on my commute to work (about 30-45 minutes) while checking off books on my to-read list. It’s particularly enjoyable when the narrator is very good and you feel yourself immersed in the story, like watching UltraHDTV! John Lee is one such narrator and I’m tempted to search for his other narrations just because he was that good.
That said, The White Tiger is an award winning book in it’s own right. It won the prestigious Man Booker Prize in 2008 as the debut novel for it’s author Aravind Adiga. It tells the rags-to-riches story of Balram Halwai, a servant, entrepreneur, and murderer. Through his eyes, we see the underbelly of modern India in a moving depiction of the social and economic inequalities that ravage countries coming out of imperialism dripped in sarcasm and self-loathing. It was a quite familiar story written in an unfamiliar way. I’m not sure I would have enjoyed it as much were I to have read it rather than listened to it.
A lover of mangoes. A woman - smart, without pretense, lefthanded, Afropolitan - navigating this thing called life. An unapologetic believer in social justice and karma. Choosing to radiate positive energy and be true to myself. Here, my musings.
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