'Jessica,' he pronounced, 'you have known me for seven years. My life has changed seven times. You will never finish this book.'




There is no reason why Amitabh Bachchan and I should appear in the same sentence. He is India's most legendary film star - a mixture of Clint Eastwood, Al Pacino and Elvis. In India where film stars are treated as gods, Bachchan is the über-god, the Big B. As for me, I am English, almost thirty, and not in the least bit famous. Yet here I am in Bombay about to start writing his story. How did I get here? Why did I get here? Can I pull it off? Bombay is mayhem and Bollywood is maddening. The Big B is strangely aloof, the magazines are full of lies, and no one is talking. I want to write a book that explodes the myths surrounding India's most famous man. But what will I find?