They don't stock curry leaves at Safeway. In fact, I couldn't even get green beans today. So, until I make a trip to Seattle's International District for some of the many exotic ingredients required for these recipes, my review is only of the book, not how well any dishes turned out.
I think it is the "660" that bothers me. I belong to the Fanny Farmer, Delia, and America's Test Kitchen side of home cooking. I like the idea that a recipe has been thoroughly vetted. Short of outsourcing, how could the author give so many curries the attention they deserve? In the charmingly written introduction, it becomes apparent that outsourcing really is the answer, as he enlists family, friends, distant relatives, and strangers to help compile this massive compendium. I like the descriptions of how he obtained the recipes and the light, casual, and humorous tone of the book makes it a pleasure just to read.
Iyer admits to streamlining dishes calling for many ingredients and to making substitutions from hard-to-obtain regional ingredients to those more likely to be available in American markets. Nevertheless, many recipes call for ingredients that must themselves be prepared and cooked, turning what looks like a simple dish into a marathon of spice grinding, paste-making, and chutney-fying. This was my problem with the Madhur Jaffery books, too. Once again, I realize I don't so much want to learn to make curry as I wish some nice Indian family would move to Port Townsend and open a restaurant.