Perumal Murugan raised a storm two years ago by ‘committing literary suicide’ in a Facebook post, as his book One-Part Woman was attacked by caste-Hindu groups. Here he talks about Jallikattu and the writer’s relationship with everyday politics.
There will never be a clear settlement to the age-old arguments about Dhakai and Calcutta cuisines. But Kasturi certainly holds its own in the heart of Calcutta...
Excerpts from a conversation between five diverse voices—architect Raj Rewal, activist Bezwada Wilson, conservationist A.G.K. Menon, poet-linguist Rukmini Bhaya Nair and artist-photographer Dayanita Singh
As in the books of other great PoMo writers like Nabokov, Muriel Spark, Martin Amis or David Foster Wallace, Auster’s novels are odd, inscrutable and elusive—most of them have a writer as the main character, almost always with a block.
Doesn’t it demean the dignity of the prime minister’s high office to get barbs from a rival chief ministerial candidate like ‘I would request the superstar of our century to stop campaigning for the asses of Gujarat’?
Another man in a brown uniform sitting on a bench immersed in a newspaper who has been hearing our conversation looks up and says coolly, ‘But we accept old notes’. What?! We ejaculate'
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