This as an odd one. It is set in India at the height of colonialism and mostly follows an Indian doctor, Dr Aziz; an English woman who is visiting the man she may or may not marry, Miss Quested; and an English headmaster of the local college, Mr Fielding. The book starts and ends with the question of weather or not, in a colonial context, English and Indians can be friends. Forster explores this thoughout the novel, looking at and satirising the behaviour of both nationalities.
It was an interesting read, but wasn't particularly compelling, and seemed quite cold. Although maybe this was in contrast to The Well of Loneliness, which was incredibly heartfelt. It is made more interesting however by the dedication: To Sayed Ross Masood and to the seventeen years of our friendship.
I am now on The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot by Robert Macfarlane, who is following ancient pathways. It's fascinating so far.
