Shantaram by Roberts. It’s supposedly his own autobiography, but no one reading the book critically would believe that. The main character is to perfect to be just “a guy”. Too much luck and coincidences. Other than that, it’s a great fiction book. It talks about his years in India, where as a poor Australian he integrated into the lowest echelons of Indian society. He writes beautifully, and depicts things that usually don’t come up in the tourist books. Definitely worth a read if you like long reads.

A second party should have come out, but I haven’t read it nor know anything about it.