Diz que o livro de Aravind Adiga já anda por aí. Li-o nestes dias de Barcelona.
Em ano de eleições
These are the three main diseases of this country, sir: typhoid, cholera, and election fever. This last one is the worst; it makes people talk and talk about things that they have no say in … Would they do it this time? Would they beat the Great Socialist and win the elections? Had they raised enough money of their own, and bribed enough policemen, and bought enough fingerprints of their own, to win? Like eunuchs discussing the Kama Sutra, the voters discuss the elections in Laxmangarh.
Não há, como em Slumdog Millionaire, uma história de amor, mas há tudo o mais. Há a pobreza e a miséria. Há um final feliz, se assim o quiserem.