
The Ocean At the End of the Lane
By the time I finished The Ocean At the End of the Lane, I wanted a cheese sandwich. Nothing exotic. Continue reading
By the time I finished The Ocean At the End of the Lane, I wanted a cheese sandwich. Nothing exotic. Continue reading
So Salman Rushdie’s memoir, Joseph Anton, is out. It’s about his fatwa years and it’s 630-ish pages. I think it’s priced Continue reading
One of the Indian intelligentsia’s tragedies is that to campaign for the right to self-expression, more often than not, we Continue reading
Living to Tell the Tale was supposed to be one of three volumes and I remember when it was announced, a Continue reading
Given it is called the Man Asian Literary Prize, there’s something to be said for the fact that a woman Continue reading
I’ve lost a notebook (again). It was a Moleskine (weep). This has goaded me into opening up a notebook that Continue reading
come to the theatre, or open this book, and we’ll lie to you. Ian Leslie writes this in this neat Continue reading
This is actually going to be a quick-ish post because my hand is in serious pain. Why? Because I spent Continue reading