Joshua King has more reasons than most young writers to produce that Great First Novel--and they're sitting in his father's bank account. Before dying of a tragic Viagra overdose, Josh's father put a stipulation in his will: Josh cannot claim his fortune unless he writes a bestselling novel in the next five years. The last thing Josh wants is a purpose in life: he's far too busy traveling, taking drugs, and growing his hair. He's very uncomfortably ensconced in a dirty Delhi flophouse, but it's the perfect place to meet drifters and druggies, users and seekers--the kind of people who know how to find Baba. Yes, the Baba...the man, the myth, the mystery...and, maybe, the inspiration for a major bestseller.
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