What do Indians want from their novelists? That question is taken up, like a scimitar, by a worldly cricket fanatic in “Selection Day,” Aravind Adiga's powerful new novel.
What they want “is not literature at all, but flattery,” he says, at least in those Indian novels written in English. “We want to see ourselves depicted as soulful, sensitive, profound, valorous, wounded, tolerant and funny beings. All that Jhumpa Lahiri stuff.”
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