0228 | The White Tiger – Aravind Adiga


Context: got back to a passtime that I last did nearly 20 years ago while reading this: sketching.

In the form of an email to the premier of China, Balram writes his memoirs from the self-made luxury of Bangalore. His start in life couldn’t have been more removed and how he got from there to where the book opens is a mystery until the very end.

Adiga won the Booker with this in 2008 and, quite frankly, he got lucky; it must have been a particularly weak year. The Times calls this a masterpiece. I can’t see it myself. Sure, it’s a fun read and there’s some great insight in there. But it’s not Midnight’s Children by a very, very long way.

We never find out why Balram is writing to Wen Jiabao. It certainly isn’t integral to the construction of the novel for him to do so. What is integral is a bitter hatred of pretty much the whole setup of Indian society. I don’t think any aspect of it goes untouched as Adiga brutally critiques it through the writing of Balram.

Right from the word go, we enter a world of hard-edged poverty, oppression, corruption and bondage. Even when Balram gets a lucky break, there’s still oppression, corruption and bondage despite the fact that poverty seems to have been dealt with. It’s all relative anyway and after a couple of worrying moments when he might lose it all a tension arises in the character. The dilemma is whether he should join the corruption bandwagon of crime or to keep his conscience clean. I’ll leave you to find out which he chooses.

If I hadn’t had a deep love and experience of India myself, I wouldn’t have enjoyed this novel half as much as I did. I really don’t think this should have won the Booker at all. It just isn’t that good. Usually, Booker winners are profoundly well written and impact you in a more significant way than this did. I can’t think for the life of me how anyone would be impacted at a deep level by this book. If you have, comment and let us know.

For the Desk of: His Excellency Wen Jiabao, The Premier’s Office, Beijing, Capital of the Freedom-Loving Nation of China


In 1947 the British left [India], but only a moron would think that we became free then.

The story of a poor man’s life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.

Yours for ever, Ashok Sharma The White Tiger of Bangalore boss@whitetiger-technologydrivers.com

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  1. I´m from Colombia, s.a.. The white tiger is very near of reality for us the colombian people. Thanks, is a very good reflexion about the reality in the 21 century.

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