Don’t Read This Book

Because dismal, torpid examinations of colonial era politics aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, don’t read by far the least popular thing I’ve ever written.  Don’t bother to discover, on your own, why everyone else hates it. Just take for granted that they do, and with good reason.  This is, without a doubt, the most wearying book you’d ever read.  The tears of lemurs are as lemon drops in comparison.  Bright moments of joy.  Wherein there is no joy in this series.  Only war.  And angst.  People who don’t like each other.  Women whom critics have called, “unlikeable, preachy, and judgmental.”  Because they stand up for themselves too much.  And sex.  There’s sex, too.  Challenging, difficult to read about sex, often involving multiple people.  But don’t get sidetracked: underneath the sci-fi surface layer drivel, mainly this is a book about the angst, material and existential, that was life under the British Raj.  Spoiler alert: it was terrible.