Kindle. A brief quotidian novella originally written in Kannada, centred on Bangalore, an idle first-person's account of sudden wealth and what it does to family dynamics. The whole thing might be a metaphor for modern India for all I know. Some enjoyable bits, some uninventive, and it just stops. Short but.
I didn't read Parul Sehgal's review until afterwards, and it is in the sweeping universal referential mode that should have made me wary.