A moveable commune

Shakespeare and Company is a bookstore in Paris where one feels like being in one’s own apartment, just exactly how founder George Whitman wanted it to be, says Charukesi Ramadurai George Whitman liked to call himself the Don Quixote of the Latin Quarter. His windmills were the faceless bookstore chains and one-size-fits-all websites that threatened… Continue reading A moveable commune

Chills and thrills

My story in The Hindu on marking 60 years of The Mousetrap, celebrating good crime writing and lamenting about all that gore in modern day crime fiction. I’ve already ranted at the Scandinavians once long ago on this blog – just treat this as a longer rant. Sixty years after The Mousetrap’s premiere, there is… Continue reading Chills and thrills

Celebrating pure and absolute nonsense

This year marks the bicentenary of the man who gave us the delightful image of the owl and the pussycat who sailed away together, married in the land of the bong tree and ate quince with runcible spoons. Edward Lear (1812- 1888), the acknowledged master of the limerick, described his own work as “nonsense, pure… Continue reading Celebrating pure and absolute nonsense

Happy 25, Penguin India!

Penguin India turns 25 this year and to celebrate this, they have a range of quirky merchandise based on popular Penguin titles – so there are mugs (The Great Indian Mug, A Suitable Mug), bags (ditto), keychains, notebooks, diaries… I want them all! I particularly like the idea of drinking from The Reluctant Mug –… Continue reading Happy 25, Penguin India!

Book. Cover. Judgement

Pouring out Red Label tea from the pack into the Tupperware jar, I watched the fine brown-white dust rise up. I sneezed as it hit my nostrils. But that is not the story. I have just finished reading Chandrahas Choudhury’s fabulous Arzee the Dwarf. As I sneezed, I thought of the “mist rising like that… Continue reading Book. Cover. Judgement