“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…

Jaipur is set to welcome the world’s largest free literary festival, the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival, this weekend, with 200,000 literature lovers expected to arrive at the Diggi Palace to witness some of the greatest writers discuss topics ranging from…

By: Brian Barbeito (For the electric light queen)   “Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun.” -Bruce Springsteen, Blinded By The Light   You are in the eyes of the sun. I saw that a…

By: Brian Barbeito All around there is a small crack. The world in the town and of the town shown impertinence by the harsh ice storms. Crack again goes the earth there, as if an archaic, maybe once molten thing has…

Set in Italy and Mexico, The Fifth Sun, is a story of love and disenchantment, of belief and unbelief, adventure and romance. Above all, it is the story of the search of each of us for our real and better selves….

The US $50,000 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature, which celebrates the richness and diversity of South Asian writing, will award its fourth winner on January 18th, 2014 at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival, one of the biggest literary festivals…

By: Michael C. Keith Revenge is a kind of wild justice.  –– Francis Bacon   Doug Barren pressed his mother about the identity of his birthfather for months before she very reluctantly told him. It was the most devastating revelation…

By: Brian Barbeito In the morning the brightness tried to come through the drapes though there was a thick thread count.The drapes were a dark gray, the sheets white and orange- with small shapes- gaily dancing atop- always so happy to…

By: Brian Barbeito The dog must have had a nightmare then. The houses and streets cupped in the thick hours of dark, the dog barking- almost yelling at something. Waking up then- descending stairs, cold and then plush basement carpets to…