• Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Literature

Published Date: August 16, 2014
THE DISSIDENT

THE DISSIDENT

Lucy had always wanted to play the piano but her artistic ambitions outstripped her talents. And so over the years, Lucy had to be content with being a loyal wife and a diligent homemaker. What more ennobling work could a woman do? But Lucy had so much music bottled up inside her. One evening,...

Published Date: August 16, 2014
Joe Abercrombie, Violently Funny

Joe Abercrombie hasn't invented any new worlds. His First Law series, consisting of six novels and some short stories, are set in a world suspiciously like our own. He hasn't coined any nifty genre spanning terms. He hasn't created any alien races or systems of magic. He hasn't even tried his hand at a dialect of Elvish. Clearly he's a lightweight. The thing is, Abercrombie is hysterically funny and marvelously violent. He straddles the fine line between complete satire and...

Published Date: August 16, 2014
Journey With Alice Munro

I came across the magical, phenomenal world of Alice Munro during my early teens, when my perception of life, love and destiny was stubbornly naïve. I discovered her quite accidently while fishing for another fiction in a bookstore. The unique title – “Lives of Girls and Women” caught my interest. Standing there, forgetting my preferred book, I turned a few pages, read a few lines and immediately bought it. Thus my journey with Alice Munro began. At that phase of...

Published Date: August 16, 2014
BOWL

BOWL

   The cracked bowl that I mean to repair everyday keeps getting neglected by my secret awe for bone china              and its story of unbreaking.    There were happier times when it stood perfect in its shape, its porcelain clay-fluted nape     elegant as a swan's neck.      I found it in a heap of beautiful pottery, one among many, that its maker carefully crafted     in her tropical rooftop studio.      To me it was new even after it accidentally slipped from my hands as I tried to wipe     the Delhi dust      that clung to us like camel-brown film, like innocuous powder...