In India, the land of snakes, elephants, gurus, and coconuts, Vijay Prabhu grows up Catholic and confused. The result is an Indian Angela’s Ashes, one in which Vijay, redefining his goals, dreams of going to America, the land of milk, honey, and Campbell’s Cream of Chicken Soup.A complete novel in itself, One Little Indian is a reworking of the childhood, coming of age first half of The Revised Kama Sutra (which is actually 2 novels in one), and it includes additional, never-published chapters that been left out because of space constraints. The book ends with Vijay graduating from college, and the later, adult sections, with their greater sexual content, have been omitted from this book, which can be read by a larger audience of both men and women who are reasonably cosmopolitan and well-read.The Telegraph, a major Indian newspaper, described One Little Indian as a surprisingly delightful novel by a genuinely irreverent Indian from Mangalore. Commenting on how the novel does not fit the priggish mold of most other Indian writing, it adds: Crasta’s raunchiness is a mix of Khushwant Singh and Laurence Sterne. The unstoppably copious funniness is Shandian.A superb Mangalore-centric novel—DP Satish in Mangalore Diary: Highrises, Malls & Beautiful Bunt Women. An achingly beautiful book on the inner world pathos and outer world absurdity of growing up - both inner and outer, sometimes outrageously funny. It applies to all humans anywhere, since we all experience growing up, but is set in India in the late 1950s and 60s. What really makes this a work of genius for me is not only the way it recaptures growing up, but the pictures it paints of India on virtually every page.– Mark David Ledbetter, Author.