No two curries are the same. This Curry asks why the dish is
supposed to represent everything brown people eat, read, and do.
Curry is a dish that doesn't quite exist, but, as this wildly funny and
sharp essay points out, a dish that doesn't properly exist can have
infinite, equally authentic variations. By grappling with novels,
recipes, travelogues, pop culture, and his own upbringing, Naben Ruthnum
depicts how the distinctive taste of curry has often become maladroit
shorthand for brown identity. With the sardonic wit of Gita Mehta's
Karma Cola and the refined, obsessive palette of Bill Buford's Heat,
Ruthnum sinks his teeth into the story of how the beloved flavor
calcified into an aesthetic genre that limits the imaginations of
writers, readers, and eaters. Following in the footsteps of Salman
Rushdie's Imaginary Homelands, Curry cracks open anew the staid
narrative of an authentically Indian diasporic experience.