With the author's privileged vantage point, both in the elite intellectual circles of the city and with their own The Hindu archives, I expected a book that went beyond the typical upper middle-class, Tambrahm narrative of idlies, coffee, and katcheri. Although she briefly touches upon other issues (and is reflexive, thank goodness), it isn't enough and the book goes back to detailing what we now stereotype as Chennai. Instead of focussing on the mental Madras/Chennai binary, I'd have appreciated an account of how the different "oorus" or areas came about. Perhaps, living in the city, one is too familiar to be bored by the romanticising.
I loved the Bangalore book from this series, and maybe, I should revisit it to see if it also suffers from similar shortsightedness.