Shortly after he announced he’s going to write about politicians, John Grisham received a bomb that wasn’t a bomb in the mail. Interesting, the things that turn up in writer’s mailboxes: most get manuscripts they don’t want, one writer I know was sent a pair of sandals, another was most irritated when he came back after a long holiday, stuck his hand in the mailbox and found that someone had sent him prasad from Tirupati. Holy or not, the relics had rotted. Some writers are reputed to actually get cheques in the mail, the lucky sods.