Much of the new writing out of the Caribbean seems to be stuck in a timewarp: the childhood memoir, the coming-of-age novel. This is a great exception. It's a first novel, from a writer I think we will be hearing a lot more of.
She writes beautifully, and the story moves fast, much of it through dialogue reminiscent again of Naipaul (the skilful, often comic dialogue of "Miguel Street" and the other early books). And Maharaj has solved perfectly the problem of dealing with a second-language or "dialect" culture. The dialogue is easy to read, doesn't get bogged down in phonetic imitation, and catches exactly the rhythm and nuance of Trinidadian talk.
Some readers, especially impatient ones, won't like the way Maharaj works into the main narrative. No opening "teaser" chapter followed by prolonged flashbacks, no fancy tricks with multiple voices or points of view. This is a straightforward linear narrative, rich and almost Dickensian; you have to stay with it. If you wonder in the early pages where things are going, don't despair, you'll soon find out.
Although this is a deeply serious book about a beleagured hero and a beleagured culture, it never takes itself too seriously. It is often very funny, the story itself is human and compelling, and the pace hardly slows. For a feel of real contemporary Caribbean life, start here.