I was reading a book by VS Naipaul after a really long time, when my aged father presented me with The Enigma of Arrival for my birthday last month. I was looking forward to reading it, since I hadn’t read this particular book before. Of course, I had the nagging doubt that unprofessional PR agency… Continue reading The Enigma of Arrival, a Departure from My Reading of Naipaul
For the past few years that I have been blogging, regular readers of my blog must have noticed my lamenting the lack of anything intelligent or thought-provoking to read. Most of my complaining has been about books – old and new – that unprofessional PR agency idiot bosses and their cronies in RK Swamy/BBDO Chennai… Continue reading When Prying into Writers’ Lives Passes Off as Literature
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Peripatetic Perch 