I felt extremely uncomfortable about reading The White Tiger this summer. I felt that its use of vulgar language was immoral, sensationalist and highly offensive, and that its literary value was not high enough to merit such crass references. I thought it was psychologically disturbing as well as fishing desperately for thrills. I do not find it necessary nor do I feel I am emotionally able to read such a book. I conversed about this problem this summer with a woman who obtained her Masters in Theology from Boston College and agrees with me about the nature of this lurid novel, and about its deleterious effect upon the psyche. I do not feel comfortable articulating an essay on the topic of this work, as I feel it would be harmful for me to
