Choose life. Choose Facebook. Choose your own senators to misrepresent you. Choose not to choose life but choose something else instead. Choose opium.
Indian writer Jeet Thayil at his home in New Delhi on Oct 3 last year.
Okay, so we're not going to advocate opium, but if you want a Trainspotting-eqsue trip down the toilet into the depths of human depravity why not choose Narcopolis, Jeet Thayil's debut novel is as beautiful as it is repulsive, as beguiling as it is bewildering and as heartbreaking as it is infuriating. It's often a great work of art, but it's not always a great read.
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