The most infuriating book I've read. A straightforward plot, that is fanciful yet absorbing. Apparently a well-crafted tale of overcoming adversity through courage, faith and patience. And then, in the last conversation Pi, turns the book on its head, and you don't know what hit you. I still don't enjoy thinking about it, but i surely think about it.

Naipaul observes and transcribes. Rarely, and only when i needed the help did he tie the threads together. Its a tribute to his writing that his mostly impartial and staid observations can provide such a powerful travelogue.

Naipaul's journey across Asia in the early 80's is still relevant. He is more opinionated in this work that Million Mutinies, but i didn't mind! Most interesting (to me) were the comparison between Indonesia and Malaysia, and the hopes and ambitions of the Islamic world for Pakistan...

Wonderful coming-of-age and beyond story of a gifted and principled prince, perhaps the original "good triumphs evil, but all men are gray" story. Perhaps this was the intention of the original story, which men, as they do, chose to deify and therefore corrupt.

An extraordinary novel. Salman Rushdie's writing reminds me of Mumbai, not because of the content, but because of the chaotic, make-or-break nature of every event. You put it all together and it makes even less sense, but it works, how well it works. This is a book I will need to re-read several times.