(G)rumblings and Ramblings

 Title: White Tiger Author: Aravind Adiga White Tiger: Adiga's Doom Star Rickshaw Ride I usually avoid writing largely negative reviews about books for primarily two reasons: First, I would rather write about that which I love or like immensely, and second, I tend to be a bit sharp with my criticism and I prefer to confine aforementioned sharpness to an exception rather than the rule.  But given how strongly I dislike this bit of work – a close second being the recent obnoxious and oft tautological swill that’s been pouring out of Rupi Kaur’s mouth in the guise of “poetry” – I’ve made an exception.     At best, this book was salaciously amusing to the point of fantastical hilarity. It reads as an aspiring-cinematic experience, into which it has – unsurprisingly - fructified . Adiga’s view of India is pretty bleak.   Adults are bad, children are bad, villages are considered the ‘darkness’, cities are rife with corrupt ambition... the street mithaiwalla’s l...