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Mr. Isaacs; a Tale of Modern India

This work presents a fictional exploration of life in India under British rule during the later colonial period. The narrative examines the social dynamics, cultural intersections, and moral considerations present in the colonial setting, offering a period perspective on Anglo-Indian relations. The title character serves as a lens through which the complexities of colonial administration and personal relationships across cultural divides are explored. As a product of its era, the novel reflects Victorian literary conventions and attitudes toward imperial India, providing readers with a historical glimpse into fictional representations of colonial Indian life from the period. more

Author

Francis Marion Crawford
Francis Marion Crawford

Francis Marion Crawford was an American writer known for his adventure and detective novels. His works are characterized by historical settings and complex character relationships, which have won him a large following among readers. more

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