Review: Dork

This is going to be a rather perfunctory review, due to the way I read this book. On a plane. So, I'll say nothing about the trope of the unreliable narrator or anysuch.

If you're like me, and need light and not-too-taxing-on-the-head reading on flights, try this. You could do worse.

Robin "Einstein" Varghese, IIM-A grad, wannabe consultant, hilariously un-self-aware, pours out his heart to his diary. We're taken through his journey to and his first year at a second-rate consulting firm, and the predictable ensuing hilarity.

Seek no deep insights here, you probably have seen every bit of office intrigue that fleets before your eyes in this rather quick and easy read. The best bit is the complete lack of internal self-consistency that betrays the protagonist's state of mind.

That and the name "Blossom Babykutty" for a rather serious and perceptive banker.

I did come away with the suspicion that there may have been a few genuine inconsistencies in the book that fooled the editors and most readers, but we will forgive that.

Take a bow, Sidin Vadukut. You won't win any Bookers with this book, but you'll make a few people laugh. As Einstein Varghese would have put it, Adipoli.