This 936-page romantic canvas of the Indian underworld, and the adventures of one scoundrel therein, is one of the best bad books I have read. Try this passage:
It seemed impossible that a modern airport, full of prosperous and purposeful travellers, was only kilometers away from those crushed and cindered dreams.
It is a must for all lovers of Bombay. Here is information on the author, who was an anarchist, escaped criminal, and heroin dealer before hitting it big. Most of this tale draws upon his life. Buy it here; if you think you might like it you will.