Shiv Kumar Pabba

I think highly of this book. In Quichotte Rushdie writes about our essentially bumbling idiotic quest. About us who are shadowy figures of a shady worldly character who battens on peddling opioids. This is a highly comic metaphysical journey through a fantastically (derived from fantasy) comic and endlessly caustic, comic, amusing, rollicking phantasmagoric prose that will find no precedent. Yet it’s deeply rooted in the problems we live every day. On the book’s own account, it is about “the destructive, mind-numbing junk culture of his time,” about the “impossible obsessional love,” about “father-son relationships, sibling quarrels, and yes, unforgivable things; about Indian immigrants, racism towards them, crooks among them, about cyber-spies, science fiction, the intertwining of fictional and ‘real’ realities, the death of the author, the end of the world.” All in a parodic, satiric, witty prose that is endlessly engaging! What an amazing writer!!