In chapter 11 of his book, The Outsider: A Memoir for Misfits, Vir Das says, “I didn’t really want to write this book. I wanted to write a book, but not a memoir. This inherently felt like a wrong time to write it, and that’s because I think you write a memoir at the end of it all”.  

He is right. He shouldn’t have written it. The simplest one-word review would be: Meh. It has nothing new, nothing revelatory, and nothing wise for a reader to take away.