Sam Leith
You Got Me on My Knees, Leela
ANYONE ON FOOT in suburban California is one of four things, you learn not far into Transmission: ‘poor, foreign, mentally ill, or jogging’. What oft was thought, but ne’er so well expressed. You don’t have to read too much of Hari Kunzru’s second novel before you realise you are in safe hands: a slick, aphoristic joke; a neat turn of phrase; a truth that makes you laugh.
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