I wonder what most of us do with our lives.
Apparently Aravind Adiga wanted to be a novelist from the time he was little. So did I, and a million others.
He is 10 months younger than me, a Chennai-vasi, a journalist... only difference he went to Oxford and wrote for TIME. Small difference, really!
I haven't read White Tiger yet. But it does sound interesting.
Adiga's win is not luck. It's perseverence.
Of the other winners, I really like Rushdie and Naipaul. Roy is interesting too, though her novel had way too many factual errors.
Kiran Desai? That's a lot of luck and a lot of influence. Her book sucked big time! Inheritance of an Influential Mum, more like!