One of the most significant English novels of the twentieth century, the film adaptation of which collected a whole bunch of prestigious awards. A novel that created the effect of a bomb exploding with its appearance.

A young English woman, together with a group of tourists, examines a local attraction - the Marabar Caves, and after the excursion she unexpectedly accuses one of her companions - a young, intelligent, brilliantly educated doctor - of harassment. Indian. A seemingly banal story instantly nullifies the desperate efforts that well-meaning representatives of English and Indian society are making for mutual rapprochement.

Two worlds collide to death in this brilliant, bitter and hopeless novel: the world of European colonialists and Indian intelligentsia. Two worlds, obviously doomed to mutual distrust and fatal misunderstanding, which sooner or later must end in tragedy. “Oh, West is West, East is East, and they will never meet,” Kipling once said. And Forster decisively confirms this merciless truth.