The playlist from this one is a keeper, it's the leading contender for the soundtrack of summer 2023 if you'll be around my neck of the woods.
For the actual essays, I'm far, far, less enthusiastic than I was about the previous editions I've read, and I'm asking myself why that is. The conclusion I'm reaching is the sheer magnitude of the place. The other collections had a far more personal feeling, especially with Rome and Barcelona, the pieces were a pleasant mixture of intimacy and information. Similarly with Japan, though it's also a lot of ground to cover, a lot of those essays felt narrower in focus, and I wonder if at least I share some common ground in the sense that it's a capitalist country and what I'm used to.
Whearas in the India collection, we are inundated with far, far, to much information about the multitudes of languages, religions, politics, castes, beliefs.
If the collection intentionally did that, as some meta-commentary, maybe they've accomplished it, but a large part of these felt like they belonged in a publication like The Economist, which is to say, lacking a human touch.
I suppose if there's one thing I learned, is that that exact mixture and diversity is the beauty of India, and currently being threatened by politics aiming to make a homogonous Hindu identity. There are one or two films and books I may follow up on, and plus one points for the page that exposed Ghandi as a bit of a fraud since I always appreciate a bit of myth-busting.