I am drowning in Ann Patchett. When I read her latest essays now, I catch a fleeting hello, a nodding glimpse to something she has mentioned in her older essays which I am also reading. […]
I wrote this essay in September last year for the Los Angeles Review of Books’ new channel Literature Around the World. The edited version of the essay is here. I was 11 when I first […]
Watching detective Sarah Lund on screen is an absorbing activity. Like doing homework for a teacher you really like. She is the most intriguing person on TV. And I don’t only mean detective TV. There […]
Very few writers have the courage to laugh when they feel like laughing. Siddalingaiah was one among them. In Ooru Keri, I discovered a way to read and write, yes. But what I learnt more […]
Three things from today. Parodevi in this lively and lovely talk. This super story by Holly Pester in Granta Roland barfs film diary is how I want to live my life. ciao.
is the name of a lovely book by Alice Munro. it’s also what a boy’s posture once asked of me as he stood tall in front of my desk, his finger issuing a warning to […]
The rain, by the front door where I watch it fall, is only in its effects. Nothing like the way I imagine it from inside, where it falls on the house in sounds: splatters, drips, […]