A House for Mr. Biswas

(I read this over a year ago, just wanted to add comments because I still remember part of this work)
Some stories fade quickly from my memory because they have nothing which lodges them in my mind. Mr. Biswas is an exception. Scenes that stick in my mind: him building his house, sheltering from the huge rains, moving his family in away from the crowded extended family house. Working in the newspaper, helping his son study to be accepted as an engineer. His column “Deserving Destitutes” in the Trinidad newspaper. Making sure his son drank milk, which was a luxury.


auth=Naipaul, V.S.
pub=1961