I bought Siddalingaiah’s autobiography on a whim whilst visiting Bangalore and wanting to learn more about the city, and I’m really glad I did. Whilst some of the context was a bit lost on me (from my own ignorance, not the authors flaw), Siddalingaiah painted a really vivid picture of caste oppression and poverty in Karnataka, and of the protest and struggle for recognition which went alongside. The author’s narrative is equal parts brutal, hopeful, and always very charming, and the English translation flowed beautifully.