Follow the eccentric, cantankerous, utterly charming Professor Chandra as he tries to answer the biggest question of all: What makes us happy?
"Searingly funny, uplifting, and wonderful...?rofessor Chandra is as unbending a curmudgeon as one could wish to find scowling from the pages of a novel."—Helen Simonson, New York Times bestselling author of Major Pettigrew's Last Stand and The Summer Before the War
Professor Chandra is an internationally renowned economist, divorced father of three (quite frankly baffling) children, recent victim of a bicycle hit-and-run—but so much more than the sum of his parts.
In the moments after the accident, Professor Chandra doesn't see his life flash before his eyes but his life's work. He's just narrowly missed the Nobel Prize (again), and even though he knows he should get straight back to his pie charts, his doctor has other ideas.
All this work. All this success. All this stress. It's killing him. He needs to take a break, start enjoying himself. In short, says his doctor, he should follow his bliss. Professor Chandra doesn't know it yet, but he's about to embark on the journey of a lifetime.
Praise for Professor Chandra Follows His Bliss
"Professor Chandra is a wonderful character—stodgy, flawed, contentious, contemptuous—yet vulnerable, insecure, lonely, repentant, and ridiculous enough to win our sympathy...? In the end, Balasubramanyam's novel is a sort of Christmas Carol for a new age."—NPR
"Impressively, Balasubramanyam...?alances satire and self-enlightenment [in] a surprisingly soulful family tale that echoes Jonathan Franzen's The Corrections in its witty exploration of three children trying to free themselves from the influence of their parents."—The Guardian
"Funny from start to finish...?pending time with Professor Chandra feels like you've been in therapy, in a good way."—Irish Times
"Funny, affecting...?handra is a delightful creation: peevish, intolerant, intellectually exacting, unwittingly eccentric, nerdy, needy yet lovable. The book, like its picaresque hero, is a one-off."—The Sunday Times