There is this chick-lit book I got from the British Library for time-pass:
Love always by Harriet Evans, Harper Collins London, 2011
It is more serious than I had thought at first glance and curiously, the protagonist's father is one Aravind Kapoor, a professor of philosophy! This is the first time I have come across a full-fledged Indian character in a book like this. No, wait! It is the second time. There was an Indian doctor and his daughter in J.K. Rawlings detective story. (Forgotten the name.)
Indian sidekicks are many, even in films. The raj quartet and Passage to India naturally had Indian characters and Indian authors writing in English are a separate genre in English literature.
The substantial diaspora is getting reflected in literature at last. This is good.
PS: I have finished Love always and feel it was much ado about nothing. In spite of a good beginning, the suspense is not sustained, the plot becomes obscure because of the characters and the novel goes on and on.
PS: I have finished Love always and feel it was much ado about nothing. In spite of a good beginning, the suspense is not sustained, the plot becomes obscure because of the characters and the novel goes on and on.