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	<title>Comments on: Atlas of Unknowns by Tania James</title>
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		<title>By: A touching tale</title>
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		<dc:creator>A touching tale</dc:creator>
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		<description>It’s a lush painting, painstakingly created with tiny brush strokes, which brings out the delicious details of this quaint locale in Southern India and the exotic belly of Manhattan.   Because the characters, big and small, are handled with such genuine compassion, they leap out of the pages with three dimensional clarity. The subdued humor and the seamless blending of mystery kept me racing through the chapters. The maturity in the authors young voice is stunning; it reminded me of Tagore’s Babus of Nayyanjore and Daphne De Muir’s My Cousin Rachel. 
     I could list several triumphs in the book, but the most singular would be universality.  Capturing and encapsulating a period and a people, then eloquently garnishing it into a delectable dish that’s appealing to diverse cultural palates is quite a feat. Tania has done a great job at this.
Jayant Kamicheril</description>
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     I could list several triumphs in the book, but the most singular would be universality.  Capturing and encapsulating a period and a people, then eloquently garnishing it into a delectable dish that’s appealing to diverse cultural palates is quite a feat. Tania has done a great job at this.<br />
Jayant Kamicheril</p>
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