one summer some years ago, it was 1991 or 1992, i vacationed in kauai. it was one of my most memorable vacations because i read two of the most beautiful and touching works of modern fiction i have come across: kazuo ishiguro's 'remains of the day' and amitav ghosh's 'shadow lines'. both masterpieces, intimate and heart-breaking first-person narratives.
ishiguro seems to have gone from strength to strength; his latest book 'when we were orphans' has received good reviews. i have been disappointed in amitav ghosh. his 'glass palace' was awkward and stilted, although informative. that's when i stopped reading his work. is it because these people live in the bizarre world of the 'secular progressive' that the rot affects their fine minds and their fiction too? vikram chandra, mukul kesavan, amitav ghosh -- all to a lesser or greater extent self-hating indians.
has anybody read the new ishiguro, or for that matter the new ghosh, something about the river dolphin?
also, there was a kqed forum with vikram seth and his biography of his uncle and aunt. anyone read this?