One of the finest books by a Westerner to explore the nature of racism, this is a useful antidote to some of the romanticism about the British Raj. The abiding mystery of what really happened in the Marabar Caves (assault or not) provides modern literature with one of its strongest central episodes. The human emotions dealt with here are such perennials that they transcend the British Raj setting and are felt as powerfully today in all their awkwardness, embarrassment and tenderness. The inter-racial friendship that Forster describes was ahead of its time and only too aware of it. But this is not only a brilliant portrayal of colonialism but also a subtle portrait of the psychological effects on a highly wrought mind of an incomprehensible environment. (Kirkus UK)