Vishnu lives on the landing between two flights of stairs in a Bombay apartment building. Suri paints a broad portrait here, with many characters, each with a story to tell. Class is a major focus, building levels being indications, and there is the sort of bickering that seems annoying and comic at the same time. There was much in here about religion, how ones life takes odd turns, what is real, what is the proper path. It was a rich book, My problem with it was most likely of my own making. I was very tired when I read it the first few times, and I thing that tainted it for me. It might be worth re-reading some day. I expect I will like it more then. But I do recognize that there is a lot going on here. The final bit in which Vishnu actually dies is precious, as is the mob scene in which a crazed Hindu group tries to lynch an innocent Muslim for an act he never committed.