You must pardon my book reviews, for they are not reviews, but love letters. I know not where the love ends…
Robot Dreams, Sara Varon
I will never forget you, little book, for finding me in the middle of this raging pandemic. It was a case of mistaken identity…
I ran into Margaret Atwood for the first time in an Indian Railways compartment. I was perched…
Picking up Murakami is like getting home a new plant. You don’t know what plant…
"There was a crowd. The crowd had gathered because there was going to be a materialization. A man…
Was I saving this for a pandemic?
The thing about a 90-page book like this one is that you are done as soon as you begin, and then…
What’s more powerful than magic, you ask? The ability to create a world that…
It was happening. It was finally happening.
Oh Rosy, Rosy, Rosy!
