Author Archives: anandnair78

The Importance of Living by Lin Yutang, published 1937  I believe this book by Lin Yutang spoke to an impulse already in me –interestingly, it came from the shelves of a man who was a declared hedonist. I was nineteen years … Continue reading →

Our Shameless Media My daughter used to love the Today Programme. Now she cringes when she listens. Her morning listening pleasure is totally destroyed. After listening to the bilge manufactured by the programme to by-pass the Labour win in Batley … Continue reading →

Our Animal Family There is Boo-boo now. She is the one that looks like a fur scarf. Her fur is so long in places, my daughter has to cut it short in unmentionable areas of her body so that her … Continue reading →

I pounced on the new Booker Prize winner for 2021, the day it was announced. At Night All Blood is Black by David Diop. As usual my expectations are high. It is a translation from French, we are told. Me, … Continue reading →

Here I am, again, trying to write. Ben Okri, he of the Famished Road  fame was on TV (6/6/20) talking to the news anchor about James Floyd’s death. And I think, there are writers like me and there are writers like him. … Continue reading →

Girl, Woman, Other  by Bernadine Evaristo – A review by Anand NairI read this book in two days and towards the end, I was rushing, I couldn’t wait for the next exquisite page, experience, tongue-in-cheek comment on our British society of … Continue reading →

 My Favourite Writer — John Le Carre’ I always wait for Le Carre’ to write another book. I buy the hard copy as soon as they come out — Kindle won’t do. I have to hoard them for my granddaughter … Continue reading →