I just finished reading The Impressionist by Hari Kunzru. Set just after the first World War, it's about an Indian boy who can pass for white and his various attempts to assimilate himself into society, beginning in the incredibly tense atmosphere of 1920s India up until (after a chance meeting with dead boy) he begins an education at Oxford University. Written in a ironic-detached style that's not entirely dissimilar to Jane Austen, it's really excellent. It's portrayal of the Indian slums, Indian royalty and its relationship with the British, and then the subsequent examination of the kind of institutions that develop those kinds of people is really well drawn and contains genuine moments of humour. It's not as rigid or as structured as an Austen novel though, and it has a vagueness (and at times, complete lack of grammar) that may put some off. Still, I enjoyed it.