I love everything that Vikram Seth writes. His style is so light, so ironic, at times so touching, I hav never been disappointed by him.
Such a disappointing book. It made me regret the money I had paid for it, which wasn't that little actually (in Italy, an imported book will cost you an arm and a leg).
I think this book is a clear demonstration that having an interesting biography to tell is far different from writing an interesting book on it. The idea is interesting and original, the connections between the three continents sound fascinating; yet the book has no pace at all, and it's burdened by frequent unnecessary digressions.
Also, it obviously addresses to people with no historical background, so when it talks about Holocaust, for instance, the narration stops to enter this very basic historical account of who was Hitler and so on - which really sounds like an handbook of History for College Freshmen. Thanks, I have already studied that at school, now can you please go back to the story you were telling? A non-fiction novel isn't an essay!