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This would be a better book if the narrator didn't feel the ever present need to defend Tagore. Leads to some very awkward moments where white boys complaining about not being able to hold picnics during memorial anniversaries is presented as evidence of the ultimate struggle (on the white boy's part, of course).

[T]he Nobel committee of 1913 had not the foggiest notion that in far-off Bengal Tagore was a polemical critic of religious, social and political orthodoxy, and by no means friendly to Government. If they had read his Bengali essays, they would not have given him the Nobel Prize. (Today, by contrast, his prose writings would more likely have secured him the prize than his translated poetry.)

Amazing - I'm studying Tagore's complicated collaboration with Yeats right now. They were both super handsome too - nothing like some 1910 eye candy

It got a little hard to get through

It got a little hard to get through