This is an excellent work of post-modern literature, referencing that great little 1939 novella by Nathanael West: "Day of the Locust". And just as "Locust" does so searingly with Hollywood, "Bollywood Extras" tears down the glamor and glitz of India's Bollywood and reveals the sordid underbelly of that most shallow of industries. Virtually all the major West parallels are there in Starrs' work: Pyle = Hackett, Chandy = Faye, Ishmail = Abe (although not a midget), Dickey = Estee, Mitra = Greener and, for want of a closer parallel, Sala = Homer. There's even the cockfight, and of course, the movie premiere's finale. But more than "Locust", Starrs adds to the dystopic feel of Hollywood/Bollywood by bringingto the fore the shallow, mindless repugnance of religious fundamentalism, setting his story against the bloody backdrop of the 2008 terrorist attacks on Mumbai. Bravo, Dr. Starrs! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
(reviewed 2 days after purchase)