This is the India you don't hear about any more, the India that the technological revolution has left behind, the India that we once heard about every day on American media, the India of the untouchables, the India of the trash sorters, the India of the maimed, the India of those who live in shelters thrown together with reclaimed bricks and aluminum and foil and who spend their days trying to get together enough coins to purchase a meager meal cooked over an open fire. Boo lived for three years with people living precarious existences in squalid poverty just next to the luxurious hotels by the Mumbai airport. The book is written with the beauty of a novel, but also with the terrible truth that everything in the story is nonfiction.
