No simpering over samosas

There have been far too many novels that simper over samosas—the desire to find, or fight, one's roots. This novel seems to sneeze into the fine cinnamon dust of nostalgia. Its protagonist is the opposite of anything rooted. Karam is a man who not only wants to hack away at his roots, he dismisses the very possibility.


I'd  been complaining recently that it's been a long time since I read just