Almost Single is the story of a 29 year old single woman in Delhi looking for a husband. It's a satire about the pressures on women to make themselves presentable and get married as early as possible, to as rich a man as possible. More accurately, it's a novel that has one joke about how absurd all of this is and expects it to be funny for 282 pages.
There's some wit in here. That's really what kept me reading, the quick witticisms. There are so many quips per page that even though only around a third of them were even slightly funny, that was enough to pull me along. Also, there's the fact that the book is fast paced. Like, really fast. Way too fast. 2 supporting characters have their entire character arcs resolved in hardly 1 or 2 paragraphs. When something bad happens to a character, they express their feelings about it, decide what to do next, and then get over it in less time than it takes other novels to describe the room a character walks into. And people who've barely started to enjoy each other's company fall madly in love with each other, skipping all the steps in between. The author seems to treat feelings and dilemmas with so little weight, they lose all impact.
Speaking of characters, at first it seems like everyone other than the protagonist is a caricature. As it goes by, though, we come to see that the protagonist is one as well. You have the girl who can't think about anything except men and strategies to find a husband. You have the Mrs Bennet kind of mother who treats her daughter's marital status as her single biggest failure, pun intended. And worst of all, you have the gay best friends who are everything you expect them to be if you've seen enough mainstream Bollywood. Apparently, gay men drool over every hot guy they come across. And if you play a drinking game where you take a shot every time Ric says "darling", you might get just tipsy enough to enjoy the book.
Reading this book reminded me quite a bit of Pride and Prejudice (not coincidentally, other GR reviewers found it reminiscent of Bridget Jones's Diary). Except here, once the prejudice part is done, the book often forgets to overturn that prejudice. Expectations aren't subverted. If Aisha(the protagonist) introduces someone to us as shallow and/or annoying, they turn out to be shallow and/or annoying. We're not here to grow and discover the secret depths in people with Aisha, we're here to make fun of the world with her. Except, here's the thing: she's no Elizabeth Bennet, and doesn't possess half the wit or insight.
Rereading the review, I realize it comes off harsher than I intended it. There really is quite a bit of fun to be had in here. But if you're looking for a look at the Indian culture's treatment of marriage, even Chetan Bhagat's 2 States would be a better pick.