I Am Coming Back To

Never Before In Human History Have So Few Owed So Much To So Many, Mr. Jiabao. A Handful Of Men In This Country Have Trained The Remaining 99.9 Percent—as Strong, As Talented, As Inteligent In Every Way—to Exist In Perpetual Servitude; A Servitude So Strong That You Can Put The Key Of His Emancipation In A Man's Hands And He Will Throw It Back At You With A Curse.

I Had Grown Up In A Privileged, Upper-caste Hindu Community; And Because My Father Worked For A Catholic Hospital, We Lived In A Prosperous Christian Neighborhood.

The Book Of Your Revolution Sits In The Pit Of Your Belly, Young Indian. Crap It Out, And Read. Instead Of Which, They're All Sitting In Front Of Color Tvs And Watching Cricket And Shampoo Advertisements.

When I Was Writing 'the White Tiger' I Lived In A Building Pretty Much Exactly Like The One I Described In This Novel, And The People In The Book Are The People I Lived With Back Then. So I Didn't Have To Do Much Research To Find Them.

Like Most Of My Friends In School, I Was A Member Of Multiple Circulating Libraries; And All Of Us, To Begin With, Borrowed And Read The Same Things.