And high disdain from sense of injured merit,
That with the Mightiest raised me to contend,
And to the fierce contentions brought along Innumerable force of Spirits armed,
That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power opposed
In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven
Having read this book over a month ago it feels strange to write about it now but I’ve had it on my mind for quite some time. For an adventure tale of zoology and faith it’s not something that I would have thought I could remember and think back upon after so much time but there’s something about this tale of a young Indian boy’s survival on the high seas that seems to have resonated within me. It’s not the tale in itself, which whilst entertaining is not something I can relate to, but the question that drives it.
This debut novel covers so much ground and is so epic in the proportion that it is hard to believe it is only set in North London. Following the fortunes of two families of different ethnicity this book covers the “salad bowl” culture of late 20th Century Britain with such wit, empathy and understanding I found it hard to put it down once I started reading.