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SHAM LAL
Four Encounters
The legendary editor, who died on January 23, readily agreed for a rare interview with a reluctant journalist, but refused to take off his glasses for the
photo-shoot. "One location, a few shots, and he simply moved out of the
frame.
Ricochets From An Old Gun
Tushar Gandhi's claim of Bapu's assassination as conspiracy is naive rather than new, and emotional
NAYANTARA SAHGAL
The Ink Is Soiled
We can't do without the unique angle of vision that geography lends to literature
Graph Of Civilisation
India Inscribed... it's an epic, monumental legacy. You can get that in writing.
Remember '83?
Meticulously
researched and produced, it gives the entire history of India's one-day
matches. This will be manna for all schoolboys
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Real Tell-Tale Signs
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Sinha tells a corking good tale: the old-fashioned type, which had plot, movement and characterisation.
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THE DEATH OF MR LOVE
by Indra Sinha
Scribner
Pages: 584; Rs 463
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The Death of Mr Love
unfolds like a raaga, developing the core theme at a leisurely pace,
often going off to explore unexpected little detours, but smoothly
seguing back every time to the primary note as the story moves along
its pre-ordained path.
At his mother’s funeral, Bhalu, a
middle-aged Indian bookseller in Sussex, meets Phoebe, his childhood
playmate, friend and sweetheart, after four decades.
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Slowly, Bhalu realises that something strange and evil happened 40
years ago, in the shadowy off-stage of the Nanavati murder case, which
changed his life irrevocably and destroyed Phoebe’s mother. And the
clues to the mystery lie concealed in his memories of childhood and
youth. To pinpoint the evildoer, he has to, in fact, newly analyse his
entire life.
Written in lyrical prose of exquisite
precision, the novel flips back and forth in time to elaborate on its
primary theme: how every past action sets off unpredictable chain
reactions to create the present and the future. The descriptions of the
Western Ghats and Bombay’s Dongri area are simply exceptional. But
unlike many Indian English authors whose dulcet prose often hides the
fact that they are but talented travel writers, Sinha tells a corking
good tale: the old-fashioned type, which had plot, movement and
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