Aravind Adiga's extraordinary and brilliant first novel takes the form of a series of letters to Wen Jiabao, the Chinese premier, from Balram Halwai, the Bangalore businessman who is the self-styled “White Tiger” of the title. Bangalore is the Silicon Valley of the subcontinent, and on the eve of a state visit by Jiabao, our entrepreneur Halwai wishes to impart something of the new India to the Chinese premier - “out of respect for the love of liberty shown by the Chinese people, and also in the belief that the future of the world lies with the yellow man and the brown man now that our erstwhile master, the white-skinned man, has wasted himself through buggery, mobile phone usage and drug abuse”.
Halwai's lesson about the new India is drawn from the rags-to-riches story of his own life. For Halwai, the son of a rural rickshaw-puller, is from the “Darkness”: “Please understand, Your Excellency, that India is two countries in one: an India of Light, and an India of Darkness. The ocean brings light to my country. Every place on the map of India near the ocean is well-off. But the river brings darkness to India - the black river.”
The black river is the Ganges, beloved of the sari-and-spices tourist image of India. (“No! - Mr Jiabao, I urge you not to dip in the Ganga, unless you want your mouth full of faeces, straw, soggy parts of human bodies, buffalo carrion, and seven different kinds of industrial acids.”)
At first, this novel seems like a straightforward pulled-up-by-your-bootstraps tale, albeit given a dazzling twist by the narrator's sharp and satirical eye for the realities of life for India's poor. (“In the old days there were 1,000 castes...in India. These days, there are just two castes: Men with Big Bellies, and Men with Small Bellies.”) But as the narrative draws the reader further in, and darkens, it becomes clear that Adiga is playing a bigger game. For The White Tiger stands at the opposite end of the spectrum of representations of poverty from those images of doe-eyed children that dominate our electronic media - that sentimentalise poverty and even suggest that there may be something ennobling in it. Halwai's lesson in The White Tiger is that poverty creates monsters, and he himself is just such a monster.
阿拉文德·阿迪加一九七四年出生于印度海港城市马德拉斯,后移居澳大利亚。毕业后曾任《时代周刊》驻印度通讯记者,并为《金融时报》、《独立报》、《星期日泰晤士报》等英国媒体撰稿。现居孟买。《白老虎》是其处女作。
抱着好奇的心开始看这本书,起初对印度北部农村的一些陋习感到好笑,渐渐地,心情变得沉重,透过小说表面戏虐 的描述,我看到的是鸡笼般桎梏人性的压抑,穷苦大众也好,富商也罢,抑或高科技产业的从业人员,无不是生活在鸡笼中,耗费生命和智慧的挣扎。正如小说中提及的人们到...
评分13年游走印度的时候我一直有不解,跟中国相比那些不收门票的寺庙总是香火极旺当地信徒虔诚敬拜人数极多,可“以XXX神的名义向你保证”却也是商贩们讨价还价的常用语调。比如在瓦拉纳西看宗教仪式,跑过来当导游的小伙子会首先警告你尊重仪式不能拍照,而后会带你到旁边选取一个...
评分开始读者本书的时候,是因为“企业家”“温总理”这几个词语而读的,其实全然无关。但是这本书并没有因此而让我失望。整本书虽然是断断续续一个礼拜才看完的,但是看得很顺。虽然书里面尽写了一些“种姓制度”“奴仆关系”“贫富差距”“政治黑暗”等等,但,真的,印度比想象...
评分一口气读完,故事发展及其吸引人,作者用有点悲伤和无奈的口吻娓娓道来,让读者看到了另一面的印度。这一面不是从外国人角度能看到,所以才更加真实。
评分其实, 如果某个中国作家有勇气从社会底层人的角度写一本关于现在中国的小说, 结果会同样令人震惊。但是,能用英语创作的大部分是海外作家,和中国的现实脱离太久,要么不停地翻陈芝麻烂谷子 , 要么就故弄玄虚玩文字游戏。而用中文创作的,要么躲在象牙塔里玩自我欣赏,小资情调,或不能真正触到痛处的表面文章;要么就不知道躲到哪里去悲叹了。
评分一个Ashok被社会腐蚀到惨死,另一个Ashok终于不再做仆人。每次讲Delhi,Gurgaon,MG Road种种,都好亲切啊
评分家宝总理,你是否能从这只印度白老虎的血盆大口中听到来自中国底层社会的愤怒?中国大地上又有多少“社会企业家”正在酝酿着那致命的一击呢?
评分其实没读下去。。。
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