Month: July 2004

  • Ooh, imagine Naipaul doing that headbanging thing

    “Perhaps this should be the aim of literary festivals, to help people discover writers, make them superstars for a week, and create a sufficient buzz to keep their words in circulation. After all, if rock stars can claim to be poets, why shouldn’t writers reap the benefits of rock stars too?” Tishani Doshi, reporting from […]

  • Kunzru, Done To A Turn

    So what’s it really, really like being a hip, young, rich author? Hari Kunzru shared his view of the other side at the Delhi launch of Transmission: he did so many book tours in so many places that he began to entertain the suspicion that the flights to and fro were a sham; he was […]

  • We’re Their Worst Nightmare?

    “Q2A Solutions, a publishing company, is now exporting creative work to India where it has recruited illustrators, designers, editors, website producers, picture researchers and writers to produce books for the Western market…. The manufacturing jobs have long gone, the unskilled office jobs are going, white-collar gigs in software, finance, science and engineering are on their […]

  • Pogroms, Not Poetry

    Narendra Modi’s USP remains restricted to the rarefied field of pogrom organisation. The man we fondly call the Butcher of Gujarat is apparently also a poet with more ambition than print runs.

  • Bérubé on Iraq

    BTW, Michael Bérubé’s back from vacation. (If I love the guy so much, why isn’t his blog on my blogroll? Because I’m a lazy git who really needs to run updates more often, that’s why.) If you’re wondering why you should read him, here’s a recent Bérubé post. Will this persuade you to drop by? […]