More of the same old,same old.
Delhi: Mostly Harmless by Elizabeth Chatterjee was alas, not the most rewarding of reads. It told me nothing I didn't already know about the capital city, and though the author, who is of mixed Bengali-English parentage, strives hard for the right tone of sardonic affection, what comes through is an account that veers between being slightly facetious at times and moralising at others; the five pages devoted to the smells of Delhi is downright wince-inducing.
So why am I writing about the book here? Well, like countless others before me in the matter of books and covers, I picked up this book solely on account of its interesting jacket. Cover design by Saurav Das, for those interested.