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A couple of weeks ago, I was interviewed about my forthcoming novel by Business Standard, and this morning, while reading Maud’s blog, I found out that the interview has been published:

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Okay. This is the first time I’m doing a synopsis, so let me take a deep breath.

A Bihari journalist is asked to write a story about a small-time poetess who’s been killed by her politician lover. Instead, the journo narrates the story of his cousin who is in prison for running an Internet porn parlour but who is dreaming of making a film when he comes out. The actor who will star in that film is his old school-friend from Bettiah, a man who is now big in Bollywood.

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Here’s another recent interview for the Bangladeshi paper Daily Star.

Photos above and below are of the Hindi film-actor Manoj Bajpai.

Earlier today, soon after reading my own interview, I read Sven Birkertspiece about Vikram Chandra’s novel, Sacred Games. Birkerts says good things about the book, but the piece is as much a tribute to book-reviewing. Birkerts is impressed by Chandra’s book, and, I guess, by Birkerts the reviewer:

I’ve been reading every day, not quite finished, so the one-man jury on ultimate greatness is still out, but I can say that “Sacred Games” is moving right along. It’s working. Page after page it plucks me from the here and now, from the world governed by marketing mentalities, ruled by tasks and anxieties. I really am for long stretches in some phantasmagoric, confusing, reeking, corrupt, overheated, overpopulated elsewhere, a Mumbai of the mind, with characters who surprise me with their look and sound, their twists of behavior. How strange. It’s as if I’ve needed to go through this peculiar re-immersion to get to my turnaround, to remember — again — why I got into this game in the first place. It was out of love.

After all these years I see that love is still the motive force. The honest work of art trumps the cynic, and elevates the critic, every time. When I close the covers, as I do from time to time, to heft the thing, I consider the weight of pages — not just these, but all the hard-won worthy novels, their millions of words coming toward the reader like armies over the hill.

May I add my own two paise on the matter? I often need to read a review like this to be reminded that no matter why I got into the business of writing, and no matter what the specific aesthetic goals or even the achievements of my book are, a reader sitting in the West will get from it whatever the hell they want. And God bless them!

Killing Time In Iraq

Now that the winter break is here, I’ve been browsing among the archives of my favorite radio show, This American Life. Yesterday, I enjoyed listening to a segment of the show from 18 November 2005.

Act Two. Johnny Get Your Mouse. Lots of soldiers in Iraq are writing about their experiences online. Producer Amy O’Leary has read through dozens of them and talks about what the soldiers are writing. Then, we hear from three bloggers, reading their own journals, telling their stories from Iraq about the fighting, the locals, and why you subscribe to Details magazine. We hear from Captain Chuck Ziegenfuss, Trueman Muhrer-Irwin, and Colby Buzzell, who has recently compiled a book of his war writing called My War: Killing Time in Iraq.

I liked the candor of the soldier blogs. In one of them, the Marine reports his commander stepping into a discussion, to warn soldiers off any discussion of ethics. He barks, “If you want to do the right thing, go out and rend the Spike Lee movie.” But the real discovery was a segment from 28 October 2005, about a survey that found out that 100,000 Iraqis had probably died over there, most of them the victims of US attacks.

Act One. Truth, Damn Truth, and Statistics. About a year ago, a John Hopkins University study in the British medical journal The Lancet estimated the number of civilian casualties in Iraq. It came up with a number – 100,000 dead – that was higher than any other estimate, and was mostly ignored. This week, Producer Alex Blumberg tells the remarkable story of what it took to find that number, why we should find it credible and why almost no one believed it. (The original Lancet study is online; free registration is required). (36 minutes)

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