Sunday, January 27, 2008

Tishani Doshi Is Writing a Novel (that is, in addition to her poetry and dance and Antarctic travel and cricket biography)


'I’ve been working on it a long time so it’s gone through many different versions. It feels like I’ve written three books about the same story in very different styles. But I think it takes time to find your pace with something that’s quite new.

It’s a love story. It’s loosely based on my parents and I wanted to explore this idea of what it means to pick up your life and go somewhere just because you fall in love. (Tishani's father is Gujarati and her mother is from North Wales) The story of my parents is quite remarkable. It wasn’t that long ago but we don’t live in that time anymore. To have a long distance love-affair or relationship now is quite easy: you have skype, email, texts, you can call each other easily. At that time, they wrote to each other every day for six months when they couldn’t see each other. And I thought that was such a sweet testament.

And some of those letters are still there and so I discovered the letters and I got to know my parents as different people through those letters. I had thought of them as my parents and then suddenly to try and imagine them before I existed was such a fun thing.

Somebody was talking about the tradition of story telling in our part of the world and I thought: ‘nobody told me many stories and I wanted to know those stories!’ I had no grandparents who sat me on their lap, I had no aunt. My parents never spoke that much: they’d tell me the same two or three stories over and over again. And I thought: give me some juice! They were very reluctant so finally what I did was to take the bare-boned story of it and create my own thing. So it’s entirely fictionalised by I guess the root of it is loosely based on them, and then it goes back and forwards in generation.

It’s called THE PLEASURE SEEKERS and it’s a quest novel. The characters are chasing what I call pleasure. Not in a purely hedonistic sense. They’re going against the grain: not saying ‘I’m going to do this because it is what’s expected of me’ but ‘I’m going to do that because it’s what gives me joy’.'

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Fuel Reserves, Galle 2008


photo by Harith Gunawardana

Slumming in Bombay, Beelzebub

found himself at home. Finally, he
had a reason for lethargy.
Inert like everybody, unable to work,
he blamed the humidity.
No use to say, 'But B,
that's what this city does, man, saps you,
leaves you spent like change,
separates the dudes from the ditties.'
He was having none of it,
and then the boss arrived, unexpected,
on a Sunday.
But the boss - now what? - had changed.
Hard as it was to believe,
she was kind, distracted, funny,
endearing even.
The day she came to take him home,
they were seen at the Hanging Gardens,
hand in hand, watching the dust bees
ride their favourite pollen machines.
It was Christmas Day, just after dawn,
the heat and humidity at peace
it seemed, and Beelzebub's boss serene.


by JEET THAYIL from the collection ENGLISH

Panel Discussion

On Friday morning Sophie Hannah reminded us that it isn't only poets who are promiscuous drunks. Some novelists are, and some policemen and bakers and investment bankers.

Monday, January 21, 2008


Suman Sridhar, Jeet Thayil and Vikram Seth (left to right) went swimming in the sea, practised making worried faces and argued about who was to go first at their session in the Children's Programme on Sunday morning.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Poetry Slam at the Sun House


Were you there? Did you hear Suman Sridhar’s wonderful ironic soprano and Sophie Hannah’s (equally ironic) poems in the voices of guarded ex-lovers? Were you sitting in the beds of the Sun House’s tiered garden because there was no space left on the verandah? Did you stay out the fire in the electric mains till the lights came back on? Did you read a poem yourself? Wasn’t it good?

One Out-Take From An Interview With Alexander McCall Smith

I interviewed Alexander McCall Smith for a newspaper and we had such a long and reflective conversation that there is enough material to go into both this blog and the article.

One thing that really struck me was when he said that he finds kindness very interesting as a subject of literary interest. And that forgiveness is another thing he is thinking a lot about as he writes the next Isabel Dalhousie novel while he’s here in Galle. He reflected that we live in very unforgiving times and that cultures of accountability can lead to the failure of forgiveness as we look for someone to blame. Concerns for public safety too can lead us to back ourselves into a corner and get stuck in a circle of alarm and restriction and recrimination. Mma Ramotswe on the other hand sometimes tells her wrong-doers that she’ll let them off as long as they don’t do it again. She is, in her own words, ‘a forgiving lady’.

I will send you a link to the full article when it’s published or, if it isn’t, publish it here.