Two by Sheila Dikshit: one is a delightful, though guarded, memoir; another a self-congratulatory coffee-table book
Renoir, and his delicately florid canvases of people at work, play or in repose, are put in their densely striated socio-political context
Nambi Narayanan’s career in ISRO is also a history of that national centre of excellence. Then, there are ugly warts—his shameful framing as a spy.
The young intelligence czar and confidant of president Rhee saved America’s day in the Korean conflict. His fall was as steep as his ascent.
The author, once swept away by the clarion call to fight against corruption, is wiser with age, and reassesses the main inheritor of the movement