Kiran Desai — The Inheritance Of Rubbish

Tried reading the Booker prize winning novel, The Inheritance Of Loss, and had to give up because it’s so poorly written: episodic, unengaging, and predictably politically correct. My feelings were confirmed when I listened to her reading at Bookslam: she read a passage from the novel about an Indian working in a restaurant in New York, and suffering as a result. The descriptions were predictable and not leavened by humour or wit. I really don’t understand how she won the Booker, especially considering when there were amazing novels like Half Of A Yellow Sun published this year.