The book which won the man booker prize.

A very angry story. Story of a boy who ran away from his home, who learnt how to drive, who drove around his master and who learnt how to survive in the city of Bangalore.

The way the story is writtin is very different. It is a letter to the Chinese Premier. The language is fantastic. It is dark. It is funny and a brand of humour which is absolutely angry and which spits at you.

It presents India as one of the filthiest of the nations. It paints the people here as those who are cunning and deceitful and cheating on a daily basis. It shows its leaders as all suckers and absolutely self centered ones.

At the end of the story , I didn't know what the story tried to tell. Is it okay to muder? Is it important to get out of slavery and being a servant to being your own master? Is survival very difficult in India? What?

The story left me troubled. I was wondering whether it deserved the booker....probably it doesn't, in my eyes.