It’s really really tough. What am I doing to myself? I think after I’ve finished (100 pages to go) I will look up some critical commentary and fill in the – what I am sure is fascinating – metaphoric elements that I’m missing. It doesn’t help that I have a patchy-to-non-existent knowledge of India and the event of its independence and partition in 1947, when the British left, and the 1965 war with Pakistan. I’m picking up on some things but there’s so much going over my head.

This is my second read for 2016 and here we are, it’s 4 February and I’m still going. Argh.