Currently reading: Persephone No 33 - The Far Cry by Emma Smith
Packed with such rich descriptions of India that you can hear, feel and almost taste the place.
"The rich and the poor were there, princes and paupers jumbled together, silk to cotton, shoulder to shoulder; naked perfumed flesh rubbed against the naked diseased. Fat paunches and empty bellies were neighbours with only their different hungers dividing them. One blessing, one mercy alone, was shared by every creature, wretched or fortunate, in that conglomeration of human beings: the warm air, the warm soft air of night that allowed no man, however poor, to die of cold, and no man, however rich, to shiver."
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