Navtej Sarna

As opposed to travelling, aimless, whimsical wandering has been the source of some literary masterpieces… I step out without purpose,...

There comes a point in every long-gestation literary project that one doesn’t want to see it anymore. One hands it over to the editor...

In an entertaining and typically ironic talk in Delhi last week, Paul Theroux did at least two good things. First was the epiphany:...

When authors and editors put their heads together to decide on the name for a book, it is not an idle moment. The name, perhaps more than...

The infusions into literature and art of the light and reflections on the blue waters are too many to relate. An image in sepia from a...

From my room in The Oriental hotel, I can gaze endlessly at the muddy Chao Praya, as it flows sluggishly past the concrete and glass...

Dear Mr. Naipaul, Forgive me for not calling you Sir Vidia. Somehow, that doesn’t trip off my tongue easily. Perhaps it is the democratic...

The Ancient Mariner of Coleridge’s classic poem fixes his gaze on an innocent wedding guest and does not relent until he has told him his...

Sometimes the very slimness of a book attracts. While there are times that one loves the feel of several tomes on the bedside table, each...