Ravi works every day, for hours at a stretch. The first year we were together he made some sweet-tempered attempts at accommodating my presence into his schedule. He would try and work at our common table, putting his feet up
As the publishing world goes through an overhaul, the quality of our books hits a new low. First in a series of articles, Nidhi Dugar Kundalia finds the cost of mergers and consolidations of big publishing houses, beyond their price
The thrills and the frills of gore, lust and violence. Poornima Joshi dives into her memory to celebrate an undying love. Perhaps it all started when cub reporters in cash-starved newspaper offices were perennially on call for menial assignments
Curated by Vishwajyoti Ghosh Yoda Press (in partnership with Goethe Institut) Rs. 595 Sixty-six years after the bloody partition and riots that created two Pakistans and an India, forced millions to move to a new homeland identified by their
By Amitava Kumar Aleph Book Company Rs. 295 Cities are thinking, living beings. They never remain constant, especially the more excited ones– the metropolises. People can give you a phrase or a word, “electric” or “edgy” and you can
She folded it carefully along the creases, the scribbled piece of paper, and stuffed it back into the rusted olive green tin jar. As she saw it sink in the ocean of other such chits, she knew she had read
From Sampurna Chattarji’s Dirty Love (Penguin Books, March 2013), reprinted with permission of the author. She smelt rancid after the rains. No, she smelt like a roomful of books in a spreading dampness. No, that wasn’t it at all. She smelt of
When I first received the copy of ‘And the Mountains Echoed’, I immediately judged it by its cover. Lurid colours, floating feathers, shadows and mountains… dripping with treacly sadness and relentless drama. But then as a reviewer, who wants to (not
Delhi, with the numerous Delhi-s existing within it, is necessarily an elusive city. Few cities have been sites of such untiring human traffic through the ages and as William Dalrymple reminded us in City Of Djinns, the beauty of Delhi
Jorge Luis Borges never wrote a novel because “…to go on for five hundred pages developing an idea whose perfect oral exposition is possible in a few minutes” appeared to him dreary, needless labour. Borges preferred the elegance of the