Reviews
Walking Towards Ourselves, Catriona Mitchell’s compilation of stories about and by Indian women, does not see the struggles of women in the country as being too privileged, specific, or personal.
Chaitanya Tamhane’s acclaimed film Court is a study in how people present themselves to the world.
In Zubaan Books’ Drawing the Line anthology, the hero is the everywoman and her contained, quiet rage against the system.
In Neeraj Ghaywan’s Masaan, sex is young and brand new; it is curiosity and desire all wound up in wires and technology and Facebook and computers. Death, in contrast, is old and ceaseless and long.
In her latest novel, Meera Syal grapples with an eye-wideningly long list of capital-I Issues.
Jokes aside, there is something to be said about this novel’s failure to work as a murder mystery.
In Janice Pariat’s debut novel Seahorse, time is tethered to love, to obsessions, to personal myths.
Annie Zaidi takes the tropes of the conventional ghost story and breathes new life into them.
Mukherjee writes with subtlety and intelligence, never quite allowing any of his characters to assume a moral authority.
Mushtaq Ahmed Yosufi’s novel captures the overpowering sense of nostalgia that erupted in the Indian subcontinent after the partition.
As an introduction to the world of Hindu tales for the uninitiated, John Jackson’s book is a fascinating read.
Vikram Nair’s debut novel is humorous and unpretentious; a book that celebrates life in all its natural flavours.
