India

I'm Indian (from the east) so I'm a sucker for good writing that has "India" in it.
I like this one a lot.
Paul Theroux is generally pretty good in "The Great Railway Bazaar."
And some of his metaphors are brilliant.
Incidentally, his last name's pronounced "Thor-ew."
Remember that the next time you bump into him.


The wind, rising from the harbor, which was lead gray and pimpled with
drizzle, blew into my eyes. I was squinting with the cold I had caught
when the first September chill hit London and roused in me visions of
palm trees and the rosy heat of Ceylon. That cold made leaving all the
easier; leaving was a cure: "Have you tried aspirin?" "No, I think
I'll go to India."

Another one from the same book.

We stood there, staring at this sign; Duffill worked his glasses like
binoculars. Finally he said, "I took this train in nineteen
twenty-nine." It seemed to call for a reply, but by the time a reply
occurred to me ("Judging from its condition, it was probably this very
train!") Duffill had gathered up his parcels and his strapped suitcase
and moved down the platform.