A Passage to India by E.M. Forster
*contains spoilers* In Chandrapore, India, is where we lay our scene…it’s the early twentieth century, and the British colonial Christians, who find themselves bored and tired of the heat and leisure more than anything, control and keep in line the native Hindu and Muslim population. The arrogance of our British colonial past is often a cringe-inducing affair to read anywhere and anytime, and it stinks of the classism that still chokes our televisions, universities and workplaces to this day: “But of course we’re better than them, darling; they’re council-housed and on benefits, and yet still they just won’t help themselves”, one can feasibly imagine a Tory minister pontificating over their bread maker. If only all our daddies provided us with lifetime support measures such as a trust fund, a private/Oxbridge education, and a secret backdoor into one of London’s top TV companies through family friends. This not-so-subtle allusion to David Cameron’s past, present and future fiscal and s...