Shalimar, a paradise resort with a dark secret.
A luxury spa on the Indian coast, a resort of wind ruffled palms and indolent leisure, paradise...
So why the cameras? The funerals? Why is everyone so exhausted? What's with the destroyed village beyond its boundaries?
Max Goode, ex- foreign correspondent and now a dissolute travel journalist, is a man who has wasted his life. When he is invited by an estranged friend to write a brochure on Shalimar, he discovers a world as grotesque as it is cynical. He rediscovers his old idealism, and with terrible consequences.
Shalimar is not a dystopia. It is a microcosm of our times.
How would labels this? Literary? Suspense? Thriller? Where would it fit on a shelf?
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