Tomorrow at book club we discuss Kim, by Kipling.
Kim is an Irish orphan, born in India. He transgresses identity boundaries gleefully, pretending to be this or that caste or religion, blending in so well that even the wise are fooled.
Meanwhile, he helps a Tibetan Lama on a spiritual quest, and spies against the Russians for Her Majesty's government.
So, is he a lovable rascal, or a colonialist oppressor of The Other?
I must admit, I took great joy
In this simple complicated boy.