I’ve just finished reading Chinaman: The Legend of Pradeep Mathew by Shehan Karunatilaka, a book about Sri Lanka via cricket. Read more
I was in Delhi last week and finally did what I’d always thought I should do but was always too lazy to actually get around to. I went to the National Museum. Read more
Last night, I used my quilt again.*
That’s because it rained for the last two days, and the temperature has come down considerably. Read more
You’d think I’d know by now that when it takes me a week to read a book, the book is not worth reading.
But the thing is, once I begin a book, I have to finish it. Even a bad book. Read more
I’ve just started reading The Blaft Anthology of Tamil Pulp Fiction and I have to say I’m having a really good time.
So far, I’ve read a very far-fetched but still gripping detective story, a murder story with a twist and a story about reincarnation. What I’m going to read next I don’t know, because with anthologies and collections, I don’t begin at the beginning and go on to the end. I close my eyes, open the book at random, and read whichever story or essay the book opened into. Read more
One of the happiest things about being a journalist is the opportunities you get to travel. Not necessarily only to remote parts of the country to uncover yet more sick-making and / or (and this does seem to be growing, glory be!) hope-creating situations, but also to places around the world merely to write travelogues. Read more