I picked this one up because I saw it on a few top-10 kind of lists about books that have been written about Bombay, or based on or in the city. For the longest time, it wasn't even available to purchase. So it was on my radar, and I was happy to be able to obtain it at all and check it off my list. On the plus side, it allows one a glimpse into the South Bombay, Parsi community lifestyle of a few decades ago - not to mention the author's disability, and the LGBT theme, but on the other hand, I couldn't identify with some of it. The bit about him coping with his condition, and references to the city - that sustained my interest. I am not into mush of the Mills & Boon variety - there is a sort of love triangle and protracted dialog in between them that is tedious to read at times. If it runs on for more than a page or two, without the narrator pitching in to clarify what is happening, I begin to forget who said what and I must backup and read it all over again - which I find tiresome and then I can't wait to get it over with and the book is less pleasure, more punishment. I realize that, that's more my problem, not so much the author's, but it was compounded by the fact that at a few points the book only had the dialog without indicating who was saying it. (I understand that this is a novel, and not a play) You have to pay careful attention and decide for yourself, which you can do from the context if you're used to reading this kind of literature, but difficult otherwise, especially if one has a low attention span, if one is not concentrating hard enough or is distracted for whatever reason. This isn't a very big problem, because it is not that voluminous a book, nor does it happen too often. There were also a few cultural references from back in the day, and because I was reading it off a paperback, offline, I couldn't google them up. So, those were lost on me. Also, major incidents (won't mention them here else I'll have to put up spoiler alerts) were presented in the most anti-climactic, pedestrian way, the one place that needed any kinda literary flourish was completely devoid of it, even dealt with in a plain, matter-of-fact manner. That said, some passages are reasonably well written. I'd sooner pick Rohinton Mistry if I wanted to read about the Parsis in the Bombay of old though. Not the greatest of reads then, but not half-bad either. Needless to mention, and redundant even, this was groundbreaking stuff for an Indian author, when it first came out.