Delving into yet another Indian novel

Ever since I took a class in college on South Asian Contemporary Fiction, I've been hooked on Indian literature. Arundhati Roy, Salman Rushdie, Rohinton Mistry, Amitav Ghosh, V.S. Naipaul ... and the list goes on. There's something about the historically saturated writing style and the deeply ingrained sense of place that really draws me to these novels. I also feel like there's a very similar strain of dry humor that runs through them.

Come to think of it, Indian fiction and Irish fiction occupy very similar categories in the literature part of my brain, which is interesting because both countries have undergone great internal strife and partitioning. Likely not a coincidence.

Anyway, I've started reading The Inheritance of Loss, which, so far, is living up to its praise. I really enjoy the fact that it's partitioned into very small scenes, even within each relatively short chapter; it feels like the kind of novel I'd want to write, in that sense; a novel made up of poetic tableaus. More updates to follow.