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I'm more than half way through this book and I think I'm done reading it. Much of it has been very engaging and entertaining. But in the end I just don't believe the voice of the author any longer. You see, everybody loves Lin. Simple villagers love him, slum dwellers love him, beautiful ex-prostitutes love him, gangsters love him, afghani drug lords love him, taxi drivers always love him at a glance and so on and so forth. The only people who don't love him are the few truly evil and brutal characters in the book and they hate him because it's only right that evil would hate such a paragon of love. After a certain point it's just silly. The narrator has no real flaws and moves with ease in every social circle under the Mumbai sun. And the author always knows everything he needs to know and has every skill he needs to have. He starts the book as a rough and tough man of the streets. But it turns out he is a karate master. And it turns out he studied under great philosophers and it turns out that he gained his social sensitivity from his parents who are renowned socialists. If the plot required the flying of a 747 I'm sure we would learn how Lin spent summers at his uncles flying school and is an ace pilot. In the end the protaganist seems like some kind of MacGyver of love and virtue and skill; he just pulls any needed talent or feeling off his toolbelt and he can do anything and win love from anyone. But, for me, once the narrator's voice rings false the book is done. It doesn't matter how interesting the secondary characters are or how compelling the plotline. If I can't trust any of it then I don't want to read it.