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A Backward Place
Six colourful, comic characters inhabit A Backward Place. All but one are Westerners who have come to Delhi to experience an alternative way of life. But, far from being hippies, their ability to adapt to this exotic culture often leaves something to be desired. Etta, an aristocratic, faded beauty maintains her Parisian chic while Clarissa talks enthusiastically about the simple life but stops short of ever roughing it herself. On the other hand Bal, the one Indian protagonist, holds quite Western aspirations to Hollywood glamour. A Backward Place humorously explores contradictions in attitudes and lifestyles and the interplay between culture and individuality. But it is also a Dickensian drama, charting the highs and lows of everyday life against the enchanting backdrop of a bustling Indian city.
189 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1965
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Ruth Prawer Jhabvala
57 books186 followersRuth Prawer Jhabvala was a British and American novelist and screenwriter. She is best known for her collaboration with Merchant Ivory Productions, made up of film director James Ivory and producer Ismail Merchant.
In 1951, she married Indian architect Cyrus Jhabvala and moved to New Delhi. She began then to elaborate her experiences in India and wrote novels and tales on Indian subjects. She wrote a dozen novels, 23 screenplays, and eight collections of short stories and was made a Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE) in the Diplomatic Service and Overseas List of the 1998 New Years Honours and granted a joint fellowship by BAFTA in 2002 with Ivory and Merchant. She is the only person to have won both a Booker Prize and an Oscar.
In 1951, she married Indian architect Cyrus Jhabvala and moved to New Delhi. She began then to elaborate her experiences in India and wrote novels and tales on Indian subjects. She wrote a dozen novels, 23 screenplays, and eight collections of short stories and was made a Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE) in the Diplomatic Service and Overseas List of the 1998 New Years Honours and granted a joint fellowship by BAFTA in 2002 with Ivory and Merchant. She is the only person to have won both a Booker Prize and an Oscar.
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December 27, 2025
A Backward Place by Ruth Prawer Jhabvala
When you first see this book, you probably think as I did, well that’s a pretty politically incorrect title. And, of course it is. But as the story goes along we understand that’s it’s not India she referring to, or at least not ONLY India, but it’s a double entendre about the culture that arose out of the mix of relatively well-off Europeans and Indians. Mostly the story is about these Europeans, a group of friends, mainly British, mainly women, who ‘ended up’ in India by marrying Indian men. Some met their husbands in India when the Indian men were students in England – they are all now divorced.
For the most part I’ll talk about the attitudes of the characters, rather than the story.
Each woman reacts in a different way. One woman came to India as a clerk for a British company and married an Indian man and is happy living an Indian lifestyle in a crowed Delhi neighborhood that her British friends tell her is a ‘slum.’ One of the divorced women feels her life is a disaster. Like the stereotype of an ‘Ugly American’ (Ugly Britisher?) she hates India, recognizes she is aging, feels her life slipping away. She’s desperately clinging to a wealthy Indian man as his mistress. Another woman is financially insecure, looking for a man, but appreciates Indian culture as an artist painting and sketching ‘common people.’
When these women get together and start drinking, the insults fly like we’re watching an ugly TV reality show:
“You make me sick! With your plucked eyebrows and your dyed hair and all your phony manners, you just make me sick!”
“I won’t put up with it! I’ll slap her insolent face for her!”
“Heavens, I’m so tired of all of you, I think I’ll go home.”
Their true feelings and stereotypical thinking come out too:
“It’s no use sinking down to anyone’s level, Judy, we must always try to raise them up to ours.”
“India, India, India, all the time, as if there was something interesting to be said! One has the misfortune to be here, well all right, let’s leave it at that, but why do we have to keep on torturing ourselves by talking about it?”
“As if India ever gave anyone anything! (Except of course germs and diseases.)”
And real racism comes out too, as when the woman who is married to the Indian man has difficulties with him, one of her female friends tells him [in effect, I can’t locate the quote] “How dare you treat one of OUR women like one of YOURS!”
And not only the Europeans have their prejudices. Here are the thoughts of the wealthy Indian man who has a European woman as a mistress (one of his mistresses):
“…all Europeans - were different from him and his kind: he had nothing against their difference (live and let live) though his tolerance was tinged with a sort of easy, good-natured contempt for them.”
“He liked the thought of her decorative idleness in contrast to his own busy, purposeful life.”
I liked the authors insights and here’s a good example from an Indian man who runs himself through with his own verbal sword:
“ ‘It is a very bad habit of our people - always to make much of their own faults even when these faults are not there at all but are only something that has been invented by interested foreigners in order to sum up the Indian character. As if the Indian character could be summed up!’ He gave a malicious cackle. ‘Well I think we are a bit too wily for that. Let them say one thing about us and the next moment they will find we are exactly the opposite - yes indeed,’ and he gleefully rubbed his hands – ‘we are a slippery lot.’ "
And the omniscient narrator takes her shot now and then: “There was a nagging smell in the air, which was not easy to identify but seemed a sort of mixture of sewerage and jasmine.”
I enjoyed the story, the characters and the atmosphere, although I think it’s a period piece by now (published 1965). Ruth Prawer Jhabvala is one of my favorite authors. I’ve read several of her novels and a collection of short stories. Below are links to my reviews of other books by her:
Heat and Dust
Out of India – Selected Stories
Travelers
The author (1927-2013) was of British, American and Jewish ancestry. She married an Indian man and moved to India in 1951. In addition to her novels and stories she was a famous screenwriter, teamed up with Merchant-Ivory. In fact the Wikipedia entry implies that we should call those productions Merchant-Ivory-Jhabvala. She wrote the scripts for many of their most famous productions such as The Remains of the Day, A Room With a View and Howard’s End. She won the Booker Prize for her novel Heat and Dust, 1975, also made into a movie.
Top photo of a Delhi street from theguardian.com.uk
New Delhi skyline from lshtm.ac.uk
The author from thenewyorker.com
When you first see this book, you probably think as I did, well that’s a pretty politically incorrect title. And, of course it is. But as the story goes along we understand that’s it’s not India she referring to, or at least not ONLY India, but it’s a double entendre about the culture that arose out of the mix of relatively well-off Europeans and Indians. Mostly the story is about these Europeans, a group of friends, mainly British, mainly women, who ‘ended up’ in India by marrying Indian men. Some met their husbands in India when the Indian men were students in England – they are all now divorced.
For the most part I’ll talk about the attitudes of the characters, rather than the story.
Each woman reacts in a different way. One woman came to India as a clerk for a British company and married an Indian man and is happy living an Indian lifestyle in a crowed Delhi neighborhood that her British friends tell her is a ‘slum.’ One of the divorced women feels her life is a disaster. Like the stereotype of an ‘Ugly American’ (Ugly Britisher?) she hates India, recognizes she is aging, feels her life slipping away. She’s desperately clinging to a wealthy Indian man as his mistress. Another woman is financially insecure, looking for a man, but appreciates Indian culture as an artist painting and sketching ‘common people.’
When these women get together and start drinking, the insults fly like we’re watching an ugly TV reality show:
“You make me sick! With your plucked eyebrows and your dyed hair and all your phony manners, you just make me sick!”
“I won’t put up with it! I’ll slap her insolent face for her!”
“Heavens, I’m so tired of all of you, I think I’ll go home.”
Their true feelings and stereotypical thinking come out too:
“It’s no use sinking down to anyone’s level, Judy, we must always try to raise them up to ours.”
“India, India, India, all the time, as if there was something interesting to be said! One has the misfortune to be here, well all right, let’s leave it at that, but why do we have to keep on torturing ourselves by talking about it?”
“As if India ever gave anyone anything! (Except of course germs and diseases.)”
And real racism comes out too, as when the woman who is married to the Indian man has difficulties with him, one of her female friends tells him [in effect, I can’t locate the quote] “How dare you treat one of OUR women like one of YOURS!”
And not only the Europeans have their prejudices. Here are the thoughts of the wealthy Indian man who has a European woman as a mistress (one of his mistresses):
“…all Europeans - were different from him and his kind: he had nothing against their difference (live and let live) though his tolerance was tinged with a sort of easy, good-natured contempt for them.”
“He liked the thought of her decorative idleness in contrast to his own busy, purposeful life.”
I liked the authors insights and here’s a good example from an Indian man who runs himself through with his own verbal sword:
“ ‘It is a very bad habit of our people - always to make much of their own faults even when these faults are not there at all but are only something that has been invented by interested foreigners in order to sum up the Indian character. As if the Indian character could be summed up!’ He gave a malicious cackle. ‘Well I think we are a bit too wily for that. Let them say one thing about us and the next moment they will find we are exactly the opposite - yes indeed,’ and he gleefully rubbed his hands – ‘we are a slippery lot.’ "
And the omniscient narrator takes her shot now and then: “There was a nagging smell in the air, which was not easy to identify but seemed a sort of mixture of sewerage and jasmine.”
I enjoyed the story, the characters and the atmosphere, although I think it’s a period piece by now (published 1965). Ruth Prawer Jhabvala is one of my favorite authors. I’ve read several of her novels and a collection of short stories. Below are links to my reviews of other books by her:
Heat and Dust
Out of India – Selected Stories
Travelers
The author (1927-2013) was of British, American and Jewish ancestry. She married an Indian man and moved to India in 1951. In addition to her novels and stories she was a famous screenwriter, teamed up with Merchant-Ivory. In fact the Wikipedia entry implies that we should call those productions Merchant-Ivory-Jhabvala. She wrote the scripts for many of their most famous productions such as The Remains of the Day, A Room With a View and Howard’s End. She won the Booker Prize for her novel Heat and Dust, 1975, also made into a movie.
Top photo of a Delhi street from theguardian.com.uk
New Delhi skyline from lshtm.ac.uk
The author from thenewyorker.com
January 7, 2021
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's writing reminds me of Somerset Maugham's, with its deceptive simplicity, flowing so naturally and beautifully.
I enjoyed the story and the insightful depiction of the different characters, a group of expats living in India and their Indian friends and spouses. I also liked the subtle irony of the descriptions and the obvious love of the author for the country, with all its chaos and poverty but also its energy, richness and beauty and the way the different characters adapt (or not) to it.
A really great read!
I enjoyed the story and the insightful depiction of the different characters, a group of expats living in India and their Indian friends and spouses. I also liked the subtle irony of the descriptions and the obvious love of the author for the country, with all its chaos and poverty but also its energy, richness and beauty and the way the different characters adapt (or not) to it.
A really great read!
December 17, 2013
For me it was a simple read suitable for the start of a long train ride across countries, that was when I started reading it and finished it. It's just about a bunch of westerners living the expat life in India and Judy, an English girl, trying to fit in to the life of an indian wife in a financially, emotionally, difficult situation that even us who are of indian ethnicity would not agree to. All I was thinking throughout the book was "how in the world did you let that indian guy fool you into marrying him and subjecting yourself to this sorry lifestyle?" Love can't be that blind.
May 8, 2013
A Backward Place is a kind of comedy of manners centred on a group of westerners living alternative life-styles in Delhi. Judy an Englishwoman is married to Bal – living in a small house and courtyard with his family. Clarissa is a dishevelled artist, claiming to appreciate a simpler life, while Etta is an ageing Hungarian beauty determined to keep hold of her Parisian chic and mysterious allure. Dr and Mrs Hochstadt are a German couple on an extended though temporary visit to experience India. Judy’s husband Bal, is a dreamer, he sees himself as an artiste and has aspirations of fame in the Indian film industry. While Bal spends all day hobnobbing with his friends and dreaming up new schemes, Judy works with Sudhir Bannerjee at the Cultural Dais. This was the one job Judy had been able to land after having gone door to door begging for work to support herself, her husband and their two children, along with Bal’s elderly Aunt who lives with them, in the lower half of the house also occupied by Bal’s brother and wife and children. Clarissa and Etta meanwhile don’t do much of anything; Clarissa involves herself in one of Bal’s latest schemes infuriating Etta by involving Guppy – Etta’s latest boyfriend. Etta is a sorry figure indeed, longing to get back to Europe, she knows she has lost touch with it and fears being a nobody, in Delhi at least she more or less maintains a glamorous image.
“Etta entered the restaurant and stood poised within the door. She saw Clarissa immediately, but nevertheless hovered there a moment longer and pretended to be searching round. She liked entering restaurants and having everyone look at her. And everyone did look at her, and eyes followed her as she tripped smartly on her high heels, head held high and slim hips swinging, to the table where Clarissa sat waiting for her.
Clarissa was sprawled on a velvet sofa, with her things – her sketching pad, a few grubby parcels, the big checked cloth bag which served her permanently as handbag and shopping bag – scattered round her.
‘Late as usual’ said Clarissa.
Following a row with Etta – who is frequently vicious to her so called friends – Bal turns his back on his scheme for a local theatre group and decides instead to move his family to Bombay to try his luck in the film industry. Judy is not too thrilled with the idea, although she is charmed by her husband’s enthusiasm. Unlike Etta, Judy likes her life, her job at the Cultural Dais and her friendship with her sister in law, she is nervous of change.
“Judy felt no gratitude. On the contrary, she was critical of Bhuaji who appeared to her as irresponsible as Bal. In comparison with the two of them Judy felt herself to be very adult and sensible, and very English. English people didn’t behave like that, they didn’t on the whim of a moment give up everything they had and go wandering off in search of no one knew what. That might be all right for people like Bhauji and Bal and those holy men in orange robes one saw roaming about. But it was not all right for anyone English and sensible; not all right for Judy. She was determined to hold on tight to what she had, like her mother, like her Aunt Agnes, like all those other stubborn dwellers in little houses among whom she had grown up and who, she now decided, were her kind.”
In A Backward Place Jhabvala gives us a humorous and engaging novel of contradictions and cultural differences. India is a vast country and yet the canvas for this novel is small, the everyday concerns of this small group of people and their associates, their hopes fears and aspirations are presented amid the hustle and bustle of a large city. There are several wonderfully observed scenes, like one in which Judy and her colleague Sudhir go to the home of the culturally ambitious Mrs Kaul who is in the middle of firing a girl – a girl sullen but stubborn, who obviously is desperate to keep her job.
“Etta entered the restaurant and stood poised within the door. She saw Clarissa immediately, but nevertheless hovered there a moment longer and pretended to be searching round. She liked entering restaurants and having everyone look at her. And everyone did look at her, and eyes followed her as she tripped smartly on her high heels, head held high and slim hips swinging, to the table where Clarissa sat waiting for her.
Clarissa was sprawled on a velvet sofa, with her things – her sketching pad, a few grubby parcels, the big checked cloth bag which served her permanently as handbag and shopping bag – scattered round her.
‘Late as usual’ said Clarissa.
Following a row with Etta – who is frequently vicious to her so called friends – Bal turns his back on his scheme for a local theatre group and decides instead to move his family to Bombay to try his luck in the film industry. Judy is not too thrilled with the idea, although she is charmed by her husband’s enthusiasm. Unlike Etta, Judy likes her life, her job at the Cultural Dais and her friendship with her sister in law, she is nervous of change.
“Judy felt no gratitude. On the contrary, she was critical of Bhuaji who appeared to her as irresponsible as Bal. In comparison with the two of them Judy felt herself to be very adult and sensible, and very English. English people didn’t behave like that, they didn’t on the whim of a moment give up everything they had and go wandering off in search of no one knew what. That might be all right for people like Bhauji and Bal and those holy men in orange robes one saw roaming about. But it was not all right for anyone English and sensible; not all right for Judy. She was determined to hold on tight to what she had, like her mother, like her Aunt Agnes, like all those other stubborn dwellers in little houses among whom she had grown up and who, she now decided, were her kind.”
In A Backward Place Jhabvala gives us a humorous and engaging novel of contradictions and cultural differences. India is a vast country and yet the canvas for this novel is small, the everyday concerns of this small group of people and their associates, their hopes fears and aspirations are presented amid the hustle and bustle of a large city. There are several wonderfully observed scenes, like one in which Judy and her colleague Sudhir go to the home of the culturally ambitious Mrs Kaul who is in the middle of firing a girl – a girl sullen but stubborn, who obviously is desperate to keep her job.
March 26, 2018
I just felt several of the characters could do with a hefty slap. Starting with that lazy little toad of a husband, followed by Etta and finally Clarissa. They were all so unsympathetic and really very annoying.
I didn't enjoy it as much as "Heat & Dust".
I didn't enjoy it as much as "Heat & Dust".
April 4, 2013
loved the characters. Love Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's voice. can't remember much about it except that I loved it.
June 14, 2018
Despite having the most annoying character in any book I have ever read (Bal) I did enjoy the story overall. In fact most of the characters were tiresome. I would liken Bal to Jar Jar Binks on a scale of most frustratingly annoying fictional characters.
I’m hesitant to give it 3 stars though, perhaps 2 1/2 ?
I’m hesitant to give it 3 stars though, perhaps 2 1/2 ?
January 16, 2024
Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's tragicomic novel about life in a secondary Indian city is a slow burn but once it arrives there's a lyrical beauty to its astute characterizations and ability to catch that specific quality of living somewhere that isn't particularly anywhere, amongst people you have grown fond of but have no real deep attachment to. More Chekhov than Dickens, there is a THREE SISTERS quality to the protagonists that urges us to urge them to, if not go to Bombay, at least go somewhere and do something, and so when some of them finally do it's quite satisfying. The final summation by the visiting doctor and his wife remind us all that even the places and times we feel "stuck" are temporary; at some point everyone will leave, one way or another, and our various accomplishments will either seem worth it or not, but pass into the past all the same. Less East meets West than it is touted as, this subtle and gentle story is a slice of life that feels extremely relatable, for all its exotic setting, and that's kind of the point: some fish are out of the water no matter where they are, and if you're a certain kind of person, or in a certain moment of your life, everywhere you go will ultimately make you wish you were anywhere but there.
May 14, 2018
I came across Jhabvala’s books in a used bookstore in Boston and immediately bought them. But I felt that in spite of all the reviews I read about the Backward Place, it wasn’t a story that stuck with me. I felt that the characters were unable to move forward leaving the plot rather dry, and stagnant. It’s a book that’s set in a certain time and because I love reading about India, I loved little references to the theatre, and cultural communities, the general yearning for fame and belonging, and the overarching themes of post colonialism. That interested me. But overall, I just couldn’t wait to finish this book and put it away.
September 4, 2022
The title is ironic, meant to represent the point of view of white travellers and exiles who find themselves unhappily stranded in India. Ruth Prawer Jhabvala was not an Indian writer, she was a Jewish refugee from Nazi Germany who was educated in England, met and married an Indian man and spent much of her life with him there. So she brings an outsider perspective to life in the newly postcolonial nation but also creates diverse characters from every class and ethnic background with uncommon depth and empathy.
May 31, 2020
Not sure how I got a copy of this book. Looks like a library book that has traveled with us for last 15 years. Finally decided to read it and it was an okay read. The book is dull and slow and the characters quite simple (some annoying as well) but it does show a very simple life which with all of its challenges has its own charm as well.
December 1, 2023
Started out with some witty dialogue and intriguing characters--a bit Iris Murdoch--but didn't really go anywhere. It was a nice light read to get a sense of the lives of Western women of different classes living in India in the last century, but I wish it had had more of a plot arc or thesis. As it was, it just kind of ended.
May 21, 2019
I honestly couldn’t enjoy this book. I’m not sure why but I found the pace too slow and not enough of a story line to be interested in. It’s a shame but not for me.
August 28, 2023
2 1/2 stars. Frustrating and annoying characters with few redeeming traits
abandoned
February 6, 2024Uh, no.
Maybe because all the women I know are smart and savvy, I just could not get interested in the doings of a bunch of very silly women and the nasty things they say to and about each other.
Maybe because all the women I know are smart and savvy, I just could not get interested in the doings of a bunch of very silly women and the nasty things they say to and about each other.
January 10, 2016
This book is quite poorly written - even for pulp. The plot revolves around several European characters living in India and trying to come to terms with their failed lives. Some reviewer called the auther "the Indian Dickens" - ha! This scribbler's two-dimentional little figurines are a far cry from the English classic's characters. The writer seems to lay claim to certain expertise when it comes to human nature and habits but alas! Some of the characters' features are quite life-like and yet this doesn't bring the names to life. Instead these 'people' are unpleasant and disagreeable. I don't know about other readers but I'm not one to read such fiction. My favourite literature characters are gods that tread the Earth. They can be vicious, lusty, vain, avengeful and yet loveable. Jhabvala's characters, on the other hand, repel me.
The structure of the novel is ill-judged indeed as it's not even clear what bit was supposed to be the climax, and the pace is sluggish.
The book ponders how Europeans manage to accomodate themselves to life in India and what becomes of them after a while. This brings about a number of cultural clashes one of which is women's place in society. In the book it's likened to the lifestyle of European ladies a century or so ago - Ibsen's A Doll's house makes an appearence on the pages of the book. From this point of view the book is highly unsatisfying - there isn't a single strong female character throughout the book and all married women have to duck and dive to make their husband/companion happy. When it comes to single women, the state of matters is bordering on critical - all of them are still dependent on men and in the end unhappy, even more so than the poor married darlings. Shame on you, Ruth Jhabvala, if this is what you think women deserve.
The structure of the novel is ill-judged indeed as it's not even clear what bit was supposed to be the climax, and the pace is sluggish.
The book ponders how Europeans manage to accomodate themselves to life in India and what becomes of them after a while. This brings about a number of cultural clashes one of which is women's place in society. In the book it's likened to the lifestyle of European ladies a century or so ago - Ibsen's A Doll's house makes an appearence on the pages of the book. From this point of view the book is highly unsatisfying - there isn't a single strong female character throughout the book and all married women have to duck and dive to make their husband/companion happy. When it comes to single women, the state of matters is bordering on critical - all of them are still dependent on men and in the end unhappy, even more so than the poor married darlings. Shame on you, Ruth Jhabvala, if this is what you think women deserve.
June 5, 2016
Ruth Prawer Jhabvala is a completely new author to me. "A Backward Place" was one of many books I picked up during the last Big Bad Wolf Year-end Sale last year. Maybe I was attracted by the synopsis. But most probably I was curious to know how a book about India and life in India means to an ethnic Indian.
I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised. I've really enjoyed "A Backward Place". Through her easy and engaging writing style and keen observation she captures well the daily challenges faced by a typical family portrayed in Judy, Bal and her children or a bachelor such as Sudhir. It also brings out with much feeling and sensitivity how four elderly expatriates : the Hochstadts, Etta and Clarissa approached living and adjusting to living in a typically Indian town. Well worth reading the book if not to be immersed in knowing Indian living and culture or just to let yourself go to enjoy Jhabvala's skilful story telling.
I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised. I've really enjoyed "A Backward Place". Through her easy and engaging writing style and keen observation she captures well the daily challenges faced by a typical family portrayed in Judy, Bal and her children or a bachelor such as Sudhir. It also brings out with much feeling and sensitivity how four elderly expatriates : the Hochstadts, Etta and Clarissa approached living and adjusting to living in a typically Indian town. Well worth reading the book if not to be immersed in knowing Indian living and culture or just to let yourself go to enjoy Jhabvala's skilful story telling.
December 2, 2015
I read this book too long ago to remember much about it, except that I really, really liked Jhabvala (whose Booker-winning Heat and Dust is another excellent read). It is often described as a Dickensian drama played out by a group of mostly Westerners in Delhi dealing with cultural assimilation and their sense of exile. I remember it read somewhat like a contemporary Austen (maybe?) with its critical look at social posturing and aspirational lifestyles.
Jhabvala was also well-known for her collaboration with Merchant-Ivory, especially her screenplay for A Room with a View (which won her an Academy Award).
Jhabvala was also well-known for her collaboration with Merchant-Ivory, especially her screenplay for A Room with a View (which won her an Academy Award).
January 7, 2016
I read this a long time ago, before some guy discovered America.
Based on what I remember this story is about westerners who live in Delhi, India.
Don't remember much, but it was about cultural things. an Ok to read (subjective).
Based on what I remember this story is about westerners who live in Delhi, India.
Don't remember much, but it was about cultural things. an Ok to read (subjective).
February 4, 2016
An interesting depiction of inter-racial relationships and of Caucasian women living and adapting (or not adapting) to life in India. However, the story does not progress a lot in my opinion, and feels more like description after description of the everyday life of these characters.
August 31, 2013
One of my favourite books. Loved the atmosphere, characters and ideas.
April 22, 2017
I found the characters in this book amusing and realistic, all rather entertaining. It was interesting how they were all v different but interconnected. The descriptions of Delhi were vivid and not romanticized.
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