Adrian Tchaikovsky continues his prolific streak— it feels like every six months there’s something new from him. This time, it’s The Hungry Gods, set in yet another post-apocalyptic world filled with talking animals and birds. Was it as good as Shroud? For me, the answer is no. But with Tchaikovsky, there’s always something fresh to latch onto—some concept, […]
Ever since I began reading Knausgaard—whose work is often categorized as autofiction—I’ve been looking for parallels in other literary traditions, including Malayalam. In my language, few writers come close, but Kamala Das stands out as a possible exception. Her three autobiographical works—Balyakalasmaranakal, Neermathalam Pootha Kalam, and Varshangalkku Munpu—are, of course, semi-fictionalized accounts of her upper-middle-class
It’s that part of the year when I slowly move toward bigger, more serious books—the kind that demand time and patience. Re-reading Proust was a project I’d planned for 2023 but never got around to. Now I’m reading Within a Budding Grove, the second volume of In Search of Lost Time, I knew this, But
Monsoon arrives in south and rain is everywhere, every hour. The big news this week: Ngugi Wa Thiong’o passed away. A Nobel—or even the often silly Booker—would only have diminished him. He was a writer beyond the grasp of awards, in the rare company of a few legends in literary history. Classics ruled my reading