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The White Tiger

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'As angry, smart and dark as Parasite.' Standard
'The anti-Slumdog Millionaire' Hollywood Reporter
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Here's a strange fact: murder a man, and you feel responsible for his life — possessive, even. You know more about him than his father and mother; they knew his foetus, but you know his corpse.
Meet Balram Halwai, the 'White Tiger': servant, philosopher, entrepreneur… murderer. Balram was born in a backwater village on the River Ganges, the son of a rickshaw-puller. He works in a teashop, crushing coal and wiping tables, but nurses a dream of escape. When he learns that a rich village landlord needs a chauffeur, he takes his opportunity, and is soon on his way to Delhi at the wheel of a Honda. Amid cockroaches, call-centres, thirty-six-million gods, slums, shopping malls, and crippling traffic jams, Balram comes to see how the Tiger might slip the bars of his cage.
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Oprindeligt udgivet
2008
Udgivelsesår
2008
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Citater

  • Johanna Ivanova de Mendozahar citeretfor 8 år siden
    This is India, not America. There's always a way out here
  • Shasha Setiyadihar citeretfor 3 år siden
    A rich man’s body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father’s spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog’s collar; cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below his hip‍
  • alla87662har citeretfor 3 år siden
    towns that have the pollution and noise and traffic of a big city – without any hint of the true city’s sense of history, planning, and grandeur. Half-baked cities, built for half-baked men

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