all this ocean of information at first hand, tamed by the ability of the author-interviewer, is gently unfolded before our eyes and this is simply unique. But, finally arrived, but in this book the author really internalize the experience of a deep and generosity abounds with information and insights to some extent alienated readers like me who does not share a history or cultural tradition or family-like of him somehow, and discounting the wealth of information it provides is as an isolated and unaware of what this journey occurs in the author or means to him and therefore it is difficult to "participate" actively as partner journey. Howard Schultz addresses the importance of the matter here. " In a way, and is a personal opinion, Naipaul has a sort of personal obsession with issues such as past history and especially with the idea of identity, of belonging to a culture, country and history and himself recognized, (not just this book), the dichotomy between their own feelings about the cultural background and family being descended from Indian immigrants living in Trinidad and perception distorting somewhat because of these feelings you have (or had ) of the Indian reality. In his own words, almost finishing the book and contrasting this journey and the feelings that he woke with a previous trip made in 1962: "After twenty-seven, I had managed to make a kind of return trip, get rid of my nerves Indian, abolishing the darkness that separated me from my ancestral past. In 1858, William Howard Russell described (and said) a physically vast country in ruins, even far from the battles of the mutiny. Some twenty-five years later, my ancestors were born in one of the country who traveled by Russell (in the form which were available at that time) were employed as servants to the sugar plantations of Guyana and Trinidad.

I was in the blood that idea misery, defeat and shame. "And a few lines later completes the idea:" What is not realized in 1962, I took it as an everyday thing, was how far the country had been rebuilt, even the extent to which India had become itself ,…" confession and reconciliation with itself and with its roots in this paragraph is clear that element of such intimacy that I "left" out of this trip and ended up as a sort of obstacle that difficult for me way to the last page. The book, and become a very informative document is in this context that the author presents intimate, very personal investigation, a journey into himself, a reconciliation with the much coveted "signs" of identity. A search (or as little curiosity) with the many descendants of immigrants who can identify it can happen to a great extent as Naipaul: Trinity, descendants of Indians and did not quite feel or Hindu Trinity or not part of the British Commonwelth … but so far, communion, our pasts are different, our roots and other difficult to share a feeling when the specificity of our personal histories is as big a difference. '.