THE WHITE TIGER, by Aravind Adiga. Reviewed by Félix Gancedo Menéndez, 2NAH
How high a smart entrepreneur can climb with guts and will.
India is, with China, one of the future rulers of this young century. And Adiga shows us in his first novel the raw material of its economy: human flesh. For centuries, India has devored generation after generation of men, like a meat grinder. And submissively those men lined themselves in the slaughterhouse… but Balram would step out of the line and challenge the system. Via seven letters sent to the Prime Minister of China, Balram tells us about his childhood in “the darkness”, the rural India where the castes society controls everything in a peasant life. Working in a teahouse and in a local landlord’s manor, the smart boy knows he has the will to achieve higher goals, to “escape from the cage”, as he calls it. How he gets to New Dehli, using ruthless ambition and intelligence, shows us the potential of this “entrepreneur” (as he likes be considered). Once there, and being the driver of one of the landlord’s sons, Balram discovers the rotten innards of Indian government (and Police, of course). In a brilliant epiphany, knowing how much money his master carried to bribe one minister, the boy kills him and runs with thousands of rupees… his ticket to the top. In my opinion, The White Tiger is a good book, but a little bit overrated. It shows India in its reality, with its misery and decay… but it seems to me as the only strong point of the story: to be the first Indian author telling the true story of the poor Indians. So? Do you really need a book to realize about the horrible life conditions of the lower castes? The plot didn’t catch my attention, even with the refreshing style of young Balram. Booker prize winner, but not one of my favourites.





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