'time should move. don't go for a life where time doesn't pass'.
The verdict is out. What eluded the mother came to the daughter: this year's Man Booker Prize winner is Kiran Desai's The Inheritance of Lost. That's another book added to my reading list, but to be honest, the Anglo-Indian/Anglo-Bangladeshi experience is a life I cannot relate to, nor is it a subject that interests me. Brick Lane is still on the shelf waiting for me to open its cover. Multicultural voices and stories are gaining recognition in the British book market, such as works by Arundhati Roy, Salman Rushdie and Ben Okri to name a few, but something seems to be missing. What happened to the Anglo-Chinese experience in fiction? I am not talking about writers like Jung Chang, or the Guardian journalist Xinran, but a story about Chinese communities, about, or written by a Chinese born and bred in the UK.