“If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to.”, Franz Kafka
I won’t be raining on everyone’s parade who goes gaga over Kalki Krishnamurthy or Sujatha Rangarajan. But I can tell you, because you are one of my kids. There is a strong lineage of people, from Pudumai Pithan, Ka.Na.Su, Sundara Ramaswamy till Jeyamohan,who have been fighting to create awareness on what is literature and what is not.
The whole Tamizh reading community has been clouded by the likes of Kalki, Akilan, Sujatha and Vairamuthu now. OK, I have nothing against commercial stuff, they have their purpose. I thoroughly enjoyed ‘Wild Things’, Denise Richards was hot. Am I talking about that one as much as I do about ‘Wild Strawberries’? No, I know what is art and what is shite.