Funny and enjoyable, this novel takes the shape of a circular fable. We begin with the birth of Mo, born to a poor immigrant Tibetan couple living in London, but as Mo grows up, everyone around him gets younger. Each individual day proceeds in normal time, but when he wakes up the next day, it is the day before yesterday. This means that Mo experiences the end of every relationship before it begins or he meets people who know all about his `future' which has actually taken place in the past. Needless to say, this makes things difficult for him, especially with girls. The novel ends ingeniously, with a death and a rebirth, where, promisingly, time seems to be going forward for Mo at last.
Life is complicated enough but Mo also has to bear with his insufferable cousin Rabbi Chod, who has created the Tibetan Jewish religion. The real Jewish establishment will have nothing to do with him, but Chod is happy enough with his tiny inner London congregation, holding services in his pet shop and pronouncing, for a fee, on which Jewish figure of history his motley supplicants are descended from.
Although this humour is the mainstay of the novel, there is some poignancy as poor Mo learns to accept strange occurrences and recognise them as endings rather than beginnings. The time frame is cleverly sustained throughout and the writing is true to the extraordinary logic of the story. Perhaps this is not quite in the top echelons of fabular contemporary literature (Life of Pi, for instance, is a deeper and more enthralling fable), but it is great fun.