Treading With Tigers

Last weekend I finally completed London Fields and then turned around promptly on Sunday and read White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. It is the protagonist's claim that he is once a generation, whereas Amis created Keith Talent, who is in my opinion one for the ages, he is certainly a contemporary Bloom, innit? Both novel find raw power in fluid language, a harsh language forged from necessity.

I have since moved to Sacred Games by Vikram Chandra, which I initially addressed back in 2008. The present appears well disposed for such.