The Bored Generation

Reading someone’s blog recently I was chided for having an internal debate about whether to read Hari Kunzru’s latest novel, My Revolutions.  Frankly, the debate is still on; can’t tell if it’s the subject matter – revolutionaries in the 60s and 70 – or an unwillingness to wander down the Brit desi road again right now (too much attitude).  It thus happened by chance (nothing happens by chance anymore, does it?) that a Kunzru short story recently appeared in the New Yorker. Continue reading →