(from The New Yorker, June 8 & 15, 2009)
The perspective changes every so often, starting with the tiger who’s been domesticated by captivity but still driven, somewhat by instincts. After that, we’re inside the heads of people (not as cool) who live in the small village where the tiger takes up residence as a rural legend/nuisance/scourge. Kind of an awesome story from start to finish. If there’s a tiger genre, I want in.