The Times writes: "A Masterpiece!"......well, how can I top this? By saying: The author catched the essence of a servant? Any servant in the world? And: Ar we not all servants? Some people some of the time, but never all people all of the time - if this is true, then there will be servants all of the times.

here something I've found in the www:
Nov. 20, 2008 Aravind Adiga looked adorable holding up his award, grinning wildly. OK, so it wasn't an Oscar or even an Emmy -- it was this year's Man Booker Prize, the esteemed British award for best novel of the year. But to win for his first novel, at the age of 33! And not just any novel but a dark, rollicking tale of toxic modern India called "White Tiger," about an ambitious poor kid from the sticks who lies and bludgeons his way to riches.
The literary world isn't exactly bursting with eye candy -- writers usually win us over with well-chosen words rather than hotness. But Adiga, now 34, scores both ways, an appealing mix of erudite and debonair, with his closely shorn hair and dark, dreamy eyes. The son of a doctor from the south of India, he says he became a journalist (at Time magazine in Asia) in order to travel and encounter people who were unlike him. As he told one newspaper, "I spent a lot of time hanging around stations and talking to rickshaw pullers." Critics have accused him of being a "literary tourist ventriloquizing others' suffering," and Adiga doesn't deny being resolutely middle-class: His book is a work of imagination as he looks at India's so-called economic miracle and calls bullshit on the boom-time fantasy of class mobility.
It takes chutzpah to try to wring humor from chaos and corruption, but Adiga seems charmingly unassuming about it all. After winning the Booker, he joked that his most pressing problem is that Mumbai landlords won't rent apartments to single guys. Why? "They think we're more likely to be terrorists."

Spy ans Herz gelegt heute Abend anlässlich vom facebookcrossers meetup im Gloria.

THANK YOU, manuma! I hardly can wait for a ride on that tiger ...
hey, it rhymes :D

I had a laughing fit on the first page. A vivid figure, this newly rich Balran with his bloated self-esteem, a genuine indian stand-up comedian, I could see him on spot - very cunning. Adiga has also a fine eye for details.

On page 42 Balran confesses his murder. o_o Murder? At first I thought of an accident and I read further, waiting for an explanation or at least some resentments ... I mean - homicide! Also the victim was exactly the person who treated him somewhat friendly.
I had to read the whole book to find an answer to my burning question.
(Caution : spoiler ahead, point of the story will unveil. Don't read on if you don't want to know beforehand)
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so. It was indeed murder. Very disgusting too with a broken bottle. It was a killing in cold blood, not in rage or defence but planned and prepared. A slaughter not for political reason or out of personal grudge but with no other aim than to steal money. Which is one of the most despicable reasons (if the gold is not distributed like with Robin Hood). Also he discards the own, entire family - only too well knowing, that they will inevitably be killed by the family of his victim. This is all beyond reason and human (especially Indian) ethics. The most outrageous matter is that he gets away with his crimes, unharmed. Not even a tiny pang from conscience stains his shiny future. And no, it's not written as a persiflage or a satire. It's a brazen, bloody serious glorification of a murderer >_<

The novel's conclusion is: Be impudent enough to use your ellbows, to steal, to blow the whistle on your competitors, to step over dead bodies, to ignore law or human ethics and Dharma alltogether, then you will reach what ever you wished for. What is middle-class, Oxford-educated Adiga up to? Anarchy? or is that example of extremely bad taste a mere cry for attention?
I'm just waiting for the first imitators of this abominable white tiger. *rolleyes/* I don't think, one should encourage people to break the law in order to solve their problems. Anarchy has never proved to be a solution. In fact, it's a very immature idea, somewhat romantic but half-baked; actually a joke. Only not funny.

The ugly tiger sleeps in its den@Gloria (second shelf, with the english books)

The ugly tiger sleeps in its den@Gloria (second shelf, with the english books)