The Lost Flamingoes of Bombay by Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

This novel, which I first downloaded some years ago, was exactly what I needed to cleanse my reading palette.  

Beyond that, it was just a terrific book, painting a picture of the superbly contradictory nature of India, and Bombay in particular.

It brings to life the brilliant cultural richness, combined with the loving humanity, juxtaposed with horrific squalor that I recall from my past studies and time spent in India.

I would love to read more of his work.  

And after some digging, it reminds me to try out Salman Rushdie's work as well.  Perhaps there is some treasure to be unearthed there.