Amit Chaudhuri’s new book is a perceptive, beautifully written and often wry portrait of Calcutta/ Kolkata, a book that deals with, among other things, the dichotomies between Calcutta and Kolkata, the pastness of the city’s past as well as its presence in the present, writes
Soumya Bhattacharya.
A collection of extracts from Suniti Namjoshi's work is a joy to read. Aishwarya Subramanian writes.
Lt Gen Prem Bhagat was the first Indian to be conferred the Victoria Cross during World War II.
Lalita Panicker writes.
It's difficult to interview Saaz Aggarwal, mostly because she's a friend and conversations with her tend to morph into gossip sessions interspersed with comic interludes during which she demonstrates her flair for mimicking a range of Indian accents.
Bluntly put: This book tells you why India can't feed itself.
Zia Haq writes.
Check out the book review of Love Stories by Annie Zaidi and Davinder Kumar's Storm in the kitchen!
A changing India has been the thinking writer's cap powering the genre of non-fiction literature for the last two decades post globalisation.
Mayank Austen Soofi’s Nobody Can Love You More is an account in words and photographs of life in Delhi’s red light district. Based on an acquaintance spanning a few years with the inhabitants of kotha number 300 on GB Road, Soofi’s book attempts to explore the lives of sex workers as well as their families and other acquaintances,
Aishwarya Subramanian writes.
As someone critical of state excesses in Kashmir and put out by reports of the discovery of unmarked graves and the detention of children, you are not sure you want to pick up Rahul Pandita’s Our Moon Has Blood Clots about the exodus of the Pandits from the Kashmir Valley.
Manjula Narayan writes.
There has been much hue and cry in recent years about the black money. Most of the studies so far have been focused on how and where the illicit money is being stashed.
First-time authors seem to be choosing thriller and detective stories to venture into fiction writing, with new books in these genres hitting bookshelves.
There are no real winners in the contest between the Sinhalese and the Tamils in Sri Lanka, writes
Soutik Biswas.
Prajwal Parajuly’s debut collection of short stories stands apart for its quiet irony and fluid writing. Had you remembered, envy would have steered you away from The Gurkha’s Daughter, his first book, a collection of short stories about Nepalis in India and abroad, and you’d have been poorer for it.
Manjula Narayan writes.
Here's a review of two new books.
Resul Pookutty’s memoir credits Mumbai maids, FTII buddies, and unsung fellow audio technicians for his success, writes
Deepa Gahlot.