One
thing that keeps the passion for books burning is the excitement of discovering
authors you haven’t heard about before. It
is what keeps me coming back to Abids every Sunday to look for something to
brighten up my life. I found many wonderful titles and also wonderful writers
at Abids during my Sunday browse on the pavements. Last Sunday I spotted
another book with an intriguing cover and picked it up. It was a beautiful copy
of ‘The Swinging Bridge’ Ramabai Espinet, a name I haven’t come across before
anywhere. The fact that it was a Penguin title reinforced my decision to pick
it up. I got it for fifty rupees only.
I
had found ‘Zen and the Art of Writing’ by Ray Bradbury shortly after I had read
about it in a book about writing. At that time I was not aware that Ray
Bradbury had written other books. Then I read about ‘Fahrenheit 451’ by Ray
Bradbury whenever there was a discussion about book burning. A few years later I found a copy of it and
last Sunday I spotted another copy with a different cover and picked it up. It
was in a heap of books selling for only twenty rupees so I bought it for the
cover and also because it was coming cheap.
I am
finding it a bit difficult to express the agony I felt all these years trying
to find something by Vijay Nambisan. Ever since I read one of his poems long
back I had been looking for his books especially ‘These Were My Homes’ and
‘First Infinities’ that I kept reading about too often. Finally, last Sunday on
the way back home from Abids I stopped to check out the books laid out on the
pavement on the corner of the RTC X Roads and found a nice copy of ‘Language as
an Ethic’ by Vijay Nambisan that I got for just thirty rupees.
Until
recently I thought that these were the only books on books and reading by
Indian authors; ‘The Groaning Shelf ‘ by Pradeep Sebastian, ‘Would You Like
Some Bread with that Book’ by Veena Venugopal, ‘The Girl Who Ate Books’ by
Nilanjana Roy, ‘Off the Shelf’ by Sridhar Balan, until I came across ‘Bookless
in Baghdad’ by Shashi Tharoor. On the
cover it said ‘and other writings about reading’ which was what made me claim
it on an online sale. I do not understand why I did not read about this title
anywhere before. Maybe it was my mistake
not to have paid much attention to Tharoor’s titles. Anyway now that I have got
it, a hardcover edition, I am glad I have one more title to add to the small
pile of books by Indian authors on books and reading.
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