"This bastard is an Indian traitor"

"Burn him!"

"Damn it!"

At this moment, I don't know how many people are angry at Jem!

This role, which is challenging the morality of Indians and other serious issues.

At the same time, this is actually - poking the sore feet of some Indians! It was like a ton of blows inside. So many people feel even more unacceptable.

Jem's behavior is suspicious, and he does not become British because of this, but the colonizer's strong masculine image or cultural identity gives him the strength to achieve caste elevation.

Although his wife was not of high caste descent, she succeeded in making a huge leap from a small grocery store owner to a munitions contractor, financier, and merchant by relying on her father Pomanbay to help the British. Pomanbaii was so glamorous that he "hired a Brahmin cook" from humble beginnings. In fact, Jem has faced this inequality since birth: the lower castes and the upper castes, and more importantly, the poor and the rich, and the British experience has only deepened his personal experience of the inequality of India's ancient civilization. So, he copied his father-in-law Bomanbaii in the same way, and copied it even more, and the nobility provided by the English status was even greater than that of the Brahmins, and he thus became a more noble official than his wife and Brahmins. Trampling on a wife of superior origin, trampling on the unreasonable ancient Indian civilization gives it pleasure.

"He was jealous of the British and hated the Indians. With the zeal of hatred, he strives to make himself English, and the truth is that he is about to become the object of hatred for everyone, whether English or Indian. When he returned to China, he became an official in the Ministry of the Interior, touring around trying cases, but he found that "the transparency required by judicial justice never existed."

He became cynical and hated man, and eventually chose to live in seclusion in that old house in Kalimpong, indulging in the chessboard every day, offering only his last remaining tenderness to a dog named Mart, for whom the house was "a shell, a skull, and he was a foreigner living in his own country." ”

He was an exile wherever he went, and his journey carried India's colonial memory, a lost history.

Everyone's face was gloomy and dripping.

Continue watching, now the professor doesn't want to delay a minute or a second, and wants to finish the novel immediately.

"At first, I thought that this little writer named Amirhui had an old and spicy writing, but I think that the ability to make up stories and play plots is not inferior to that of writing."

The professor's glasses fell off in shock, and from his gaze, the following sentence could be read: Nima, this is not scientific! A bitter smile in my heart, yes, bitterness, is a kind of bitterness.

It's not because the author wrote such a masterpiece at a young age!

It's because the author threw out a loss of identity.

It's a blow.

It's like a ten-ton hammer dropping.

It is also a strong attack on society.

Not only the professors, but also the people who were reading the education newspaper at the same time, had a wonderful expression, which seemed to be somewhere between constipation and disbelief.

At present, the book only shows the tip of the iceberg, but Professor Patel believes that in terms of the tip of the iceberg shown so far, this background setting is definitely not small!

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The novel enters a tense phase, and with the appearance of the old judge's granddaughter, Say, Professor Patel feels inexplicably worried. Although he didn't fully understand it, Professor Patel was also driven by the tense atmosphere in the book.

According to the description in the novel, her loss inevitably bears the imprint of fate. Her parents eloped from India to Moscow and died in a car accident, just one step away from the gorgeous dream of space travel. Sai, who grew up in a monastery in Taiwan, was sent to her grandfather in Kalimpong, who, in the eyes of the judges, was "a Westernized Indian, living in India, but completely out of touch with the society." The journey he began long ago continues in his descendants. ”

Seeing this, Professor Patel's sweat flowed down, because he already had a faint sense that the author of this book was going to criticize something. This is a social problem in India, if it is not handled well, it will have to jump, and if it is handled well, I am afraid it will also jump······

The journey "swayed her, cursed her," and in the aging house on the hill, she felt like she had "entered a vast space that both connected to the past and led to the future."

Professor Patel's eyes. This is a sensual world, and Sai represents all the unknown, all the chaos that opens up Hongmeng. She read anxiously, obsessed with National Geographic and the inflatable globe, and a desire grew clearer and stronger—"I'm going to travel." Leave, "in search of a lost future".

There was silence in the courtyard, and everyone was suppressed. This novel is like a cup of tea. It seems a little bitter when you drink it in a sip, but it is refreshing to taste it carefully.

Good tea should be tasted slowly. Good books to read carefully.

"At least this little girl's problem is not as serious as that of the old judge."

Just when the professor and the others were about to breathe a sigh of relief and ease their emotions, the book was lifted again, how could the author's magnum opus, which took eight years, give the reader such a chance to rest?

Another thread of the novel is set in the bizarre cosmopolitan city of New York, where a movie montage flashes back in time to a small town on the side of the Himalayas.

In the eyes of Biju's father, the cook, America is still the complete first world of the past, where "everyone can eat and drink", so he boasts that he has a "son in New York" and "he is the general manager of a restaurant"; The cook also believed that his son would soon have a house and a car and would soon take him to the United States, where his situation was even more miserable than he could have imagined.

The process of globalization has redivided the pattern of the world, and the most prominent change is that the first world is mixed with the third world, and the third world is mixed with the first world.

The boundaries that were once easily divided by race have also become increasingly blurred, with white workers from Eastern Europe more than once found working in the shadows in Amazon's warehouses in London, and yellow laborers from Bangladesh and other countries flocking to Malaysia and Singapore for humble wages. This would explain what happened to Biju, the son of a cook who had been lucky enough to get a visa to enter the United States, and his family was among the poorest in the entire village.

The cook's calculation that "the poor turn over and go abroad" is not likely to happen to Biju, who wakes up early and works in the dark in the basement of an American fine dining restaurant with other people from Pakistan, Trinidad, the Caribbean, and Nepal. "The third world below, the first world above", Biju may only wake up, because India itself has a division between the first world and the third world, and it has a long history.

He vaguely felt that the most injustice did not come from the oppression of the Third World by the First World, but from the lack of identity of the Indian nation.

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Seeing this, turning to this page, Professor Patel, an old Indian, pondered and feared

All Indians are terrified