Book coolie

I'm in the midst of one of these feverish dreamlike states where I've recalled a recent passage that I've read—something about how man cannot avoid operating without precision, about how we're optimized to make decisions with incomplete information (Calasso? Surowiecki? Help!—but I can't place the book. Whilst compulsively Googling, I happened across Book Coolie (“A tiger does not shout its tigritude”). Lost and found: one can browse, after a fashion, without bookshelves or newsstands. BC is lit crit from a smart, Anglo-Indian perspective.