A fairly ordinary prose about a not-so-ordinary life, it feeds off an assortment of experiences, loiters off into poetic tangents and drops epiphanies as truth bombs.
Set in the volatile times of the 1980s — in the backdrop of communal tension between the Khasis and Bengalis — the novel begins on a highly promising note.
Next to him is Iran’s Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei, who, unlike Khomeini, smiles shyly and offers Pryce a cuddly “Father Christmas” look — which is a respite, and the beginning of all good things.
