A Dead Hand: A Crime in Calcutta - Paul Theroux More of a 2.5; I might round up later.I am really not sure how I feel about this book. On one hand, it does make me want to read Theroux's travel writing. I like his style.On the other hand, it's just plain strange. It starts out as a mystery/travel piece, morphs into some quasi romance book, then the author himself appears in the books (FYI, I don't like it when this happens. The only time I didn't get p.o.ed at it was with Orhan Pamuk did it because then it made sense. I suppose a person could say it makes sense here, but it doesn't work).Oh, and then it some type of comment on race, then a comment captialism, then finally a comment on fame and life.I'm not really sure what the book is trying to be. It also feels like it has a split personality. Maybe that's point, maybe that is what Theroux is trying to capture, not only the split personality of a city or a country, but the public and private lives we all live.Maybe I should round up.