Antiblurbs

You can buy them. You can borrow them. You can download them. But are all those books out there really worth your while? Herewith some brief assessments.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Found In Translation: My Favourite Fiction of The Year

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My Sunday Guardian column . Most of the fiction I found noteworthy in 2012 was in translation. Here, there was all the inventiveness, ...
Sunday, December 23, 2012

On The Stories Of Mercè Rodoreda

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My Sunday Guardian column Blurbs are often overblown; yet, when they’re by the right person and say the right things, they can be re...
Friday, December 21, 2012

A Grief History Of Time

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This appeared in the latest edition of Mint Lounge NOT ONLY THE THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED Mridula Koshy The intimacy and focus that...
Sunday, December 16, 2012

Lotus, Danai: Memories Of Mumbai's Bookshops

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Today's Sunday Guardian column . I miss a time when I didn't have to be informed that rents were too high for bookshops to ...
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Glacial Love Story

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This appeared in the latest edition of TimeOut Mumbai. THINNER THAN SKIN Uzma Aslam Khan In a time of unmanned drones, sudden exp...
Sunday, December 9, 2012

Not My Books Of The Year

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My column for the Sunday Guardian . Any part of any trilogy in any shade. Books on India that claim to sum up the country’s pr...
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Sunday, December 2, 2012

The View From Julian Barnes's Window

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Today's Sunday Guardian column . One of the satisfactions of reading writers on other writers is their ability to generate insight...
Sunday, November 25, 2012

Tales Of The Alhambra

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This week's column for the Sunday Guardian . Restoration in progress in an Alhambra courtyard In an alcove of the former pal...
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Sunday, November 18, 2012

When Fiction Is In Fashion

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Today's Sunday Guardian column With much fanfare, Banana Republic recently launched a clothing line inspired by Tolstoy's An...

Rants From Underground

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My Sunday Guardian column of November 11 “I am a sick man…I am a wicked man”. That’s how Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground starts, ...
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