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Towards the end of this debut novel, its voluble, digressive, murderous protagonist makes a prediction: "White men will be finished in my lifetime," he tells us. You have, no doubt, read about it. In fact, you may have done so courtesy of Aravind Adiga, who is Time magazine's Asia correspondent. But with The White Tiger, Adiga sets out to show us a part of this emerging country that we hear about infrequently: its underbelly. We see through the eyes of Balram, who was born into the "darkness" of rural India, but entered the light that is Delhi via a job as driver to Mr Ashok, the son of a rich landlord. Now, though, Balram has escaped servitude and is himself a rich businessman. What's more, his unlikely journey involved a murder.
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Aravind Adiga's first novel, The White Tiger , paints a vivid and disturbing picture of life in the strikingly different cultures that comprise modern India., Before moving to Bangalore, he was a driver for the weak-willed son of a feudal landlord.
Balram Halwai, narrator of The White Tiger , is not going to let a lack of education keep him in the dark. He is heading for glory in India's bright future. He will be one of those who stuffs cash into brown envelopes for policemen and politicians, and not just another victim. Aravind Adiga's first novel is couched as a cocksure confession from a deceitful, murderous philosopher runt who has the brass neck to question his lowly place in the order of things. His disrespect for his elders and betters is shocking - even Mahatma Gandhi gets the lash of his scornful tongue. Balram has worked out early in life that good deeds usually have awful consequences. This is because he, along with most lowly Indians, inhabits the Darkness, a place where basic necessities are routinely snatched by the wealthy, who live in the Light.
Thank you! Bribes and murder, says this fiercely satirical first novel. Balram sees India as two countries: the Light and the Darkness. Like the huddled masses, he was born in the Darkness, in a village where his father, a rickshaw puller, died of tuberculosis. But Balram is smart, as a school inspector notices, and he is given the moniker White Tiger. Ashok, lives with his Westernized wife, Pinky Madam. Ashok is a gentleman, a decent employer, though Balram will eventually cut his throat an early revelation.
A sign, for the people who notice that sort of thing, of just how thrusting India's economy has become: it can now be embodied in fiction by a desperate killer. For the duration of the novel, he sits in a sq ft office in Bangalore, beneath a Hindi-movie-style chandelier, writing a letter to Wen Jiabao, premier of China, on the subject of the Indian entrepreneur. Balram considers himself an entrepreneur. His definition of the term, however, may be wider than some: he mentions an "act of entrepreneurship" that put his fortunately rather blurred face on wanted posters all over the country. He proposes to explain his entrepreneurial education, in the school of very hard knocks.