The Jaipur Literature Festival returned to its roots today with the morning’s programme taking place in the cafés, restaurants and spare rooms of Diggi Palace, due to the weather. Persistent heavy rain overnight in Jaipur meant that today’s line-up, including…
The Crime Writers’ Association of South Asia was launched today at the Jaipur Literature Festival by leading novelists Kishwar Desai, Namita Gokhale and Jørn Lier Horst. “A wave of crime writing is better than a wave of crime”, said Namita…
Jaipur Literature Festival claims to have once again championed young writers through their outreach and engagement activities in and around Jaipur. For the third year, the Festival has partnered with Pratham Books to produce over 25 interactive sessions, promoting the…
By: Raul G. Moldez Above me, the sun. Beneath me, the trees. Birds give way to me as I savor the wind. Here, hot and cold mix. The atmosphere is lukewarm. My shirt is cellophane. I feel sweltering here. I’m a…
By: Raul G. Moldez We climb up trees, towers or buildings and crawl on earth, floors or surfaces looking for food. We stockpile them in preparation for the rainy season. We are small creatures nameless, unknown. All we know is to…
“Literature was built by a world of misfits,” joked acclaimed American novelist Jonathan Franzen today at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. The author was speaking to a crowd of Festival-goers from all corners of the world as the second day…
The widely acclaimed DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2014 announced Cyrus Mistry as the winner this year for his book ‘Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer’ at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. The US $50,000 DSC Prize along with a…
By Reese Scott Brad never wanted to be a lawyer, a police office or a fireman. He remembers the first time a man came up to him and asked, “So young man do you know what you want to be…
“I cancelled my trip to Agra to come here!” said an excited Australian festival-goer in the front row of the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival this morning. Deep in discussion with the young man who had tipped him off, he said…
By Reese Scott I hadn’t seen my father in some time. I had always hated him. I will say without any hesitation I wanted him dead. The strange part of it is no matter how much I hated him and…