Month: October 2012

  • Banned Books Week: The Freedom To Read

      In Barranquilla when Gabriel Garcia Marquez was beginning his writer’s apprenticeship, the beating heart of the city for its young journalists, writers and politicians was the Libreria Mundo, a bookstore run by Don Jorge Rondon. He ordered books, writes Garcia Marquez, “above all the new books from Buenos Aires, where publishers had begun the […]

  • Writers, October: Gandhi on autobiography

    From The Story of My Experiments With Truth: Four or five years ago, at the instance of some of my nearest co-workers, I agreed to write my autobiography. I made the start, but scarcely had I turned over the first sheet when riots broke out in Bombay and the work remained at a standstill. Then […]

  • Banned Books Week: Salil Tripathi’s Ten Commandments of Offence

    The Ten Commandments Of Offence, meant for people who feel offended:  1. An artist/writer/person can say whatever s/he wants, even if it is offensive. 2. If it is offensive to you, don’t read it. 3. If you feel strongly against it, argue against it. 4. But don’t threaten violence against that writer or artist, nor […]

  • Banned Books Week: Deepanjana Pal reviews The Satanic Verses

    “I actually started re-reading The Satanic Verses well before I’d got my hands on a copy of Joseph Anton, all because of Mihir Sharma who wrote in a column that The Satanic Verses is Salman Rushdie’s “most unreadable” work. Once I’d stopped hissing indignantly, I wondered whether Mihir was right and a particularly potent attack of youthful adoration had made […]

  • Banned Books Week: Arpita Das on Reading In Sin

    READING IN SIN by Arpita Das  As far back as I remember I can hear my father’s words to my brother and myself, ‘Try everything once at least in life, even if it is a vice. And read absolutely everything.’ I internalized both pieces of advice to a fault perhaps, and when I turned 13, […]

  • Journal, October: Dylan Thomas

    Poem in October Dylan Thomas It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and rook And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall Myself to […]