On the occasion of Midnight’s Children winning the “Best of the Booker” prize, the BBC had the cute idea of soliciting 67 word précises of the 672 page work. The stated goal is to help those who haven’t read the book appear more erudite. I read the book three years ago, and I doubt I could assemble a coherent précis of any length whatsoever. I adored it, but it washed over me without leaving traces in my memory. I think if I met someone who had any clear recollection of the book, I’d suspect that he had merely read the Cliff’s Notes.
Perhaps this is just another manifestation of the fact that I am a terrible reader.