Rana Dasgupta's first book is a collection of stories, very loosely held together by the conceit that they are being told by a group of passengers stranded for the night in a Tokyo airport. Dasgupta says the concept was inspired by The Cantebury Tales (the comparison is somewhat stretched) and this gives an idea of the level of his ambition.
Unfortunately, he is often over-ambitious, to the point of over-stretching himself. A warning sign comes on p. 1 when the word 'eschatalogical' is used in a context that indicates the author does not know what it means. Capital letters are inserted, apparently at random, (eg: "People were Taking Stock." p. 4) with no obvious function other than to convey to the reader that Dasgupta wishes to push the boundaries of form -- but to what end?
Things do pick up, and some of the stories are reasonably good yarns. But on the whole I felt that the stories themselves, like the writing style, were frequently overblown. They are self-contained sketches that try to convey a profound idea in the space of 20 or 30 pages. That's not easy, and Dasgupta simply is not up to the task. That is not to say that his writing is bad, and he may produce good fiction in the future, but with this first effort I feel he has overshot.