MADHUR Jaffrey doesn't give anything away. Her face is like alabaster, her demeanour is almost aristocratic, and her words are chosen carefully. No, she did not read the autobiography of Saeed Jaffrey, her former husband, which was released last year although she does admit to looking at reviews of the book. Only raised eyebrows and a disbelieving smile betray some of her feelings when bits of the text are described to her. Indicating, without words, that some of the contents referring to her might be baloney. Jaffrey has no comment about the fact that the book has been reviewed to be a pointless chronology of sexual encounters which reads like the biography of a penis' rather than an autobiography. And she has no response to the fact that Saeed blames the beginning of the deterioration of their marriage on her admitting to being kissed by a black man. And no, she has no interest whatsoever in reading the book now or ever. The reasons are painstakingly worded upon a piece of paper. His life is his how he wants to live it and how he wants to write about it is his business. It has no connection with me anymore, she writes. I want desperately to keep my private life as private as possible. I have had my run-ins with the tabloid press and I want to stay as far away from it as possible. So ask me anything else you want, but I don't wish to answer questions about my private life.