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A writer among his people

Last week, the novelist, essayist, and polemicist, U.R. Ananthamurthy turned 80. His Bangalore home is named “Suragi”, after a flower that retains its fragrance even after it has aged and dried up. Some might find the name self-regarding; but then Ananthamurthy is a man with much to be immodest about. His novels, Samskara and Bharathipura,...   | Read..
 
Letters to the Editor
Danger zone
Sir — Sabujdwip, an island at the confluence of the Behula and Hooghly rivers under the Balagarh bl ...  | Read.. 
 
Written in gold
Sir — Sachin Tendulkar announced his retirement from one day international cricket recently (“One s ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

NO HARM IF THE SLIP SHOWS

It is good to know that the president’s son has been a student. That means India has at least one (of course, there must be m...   | Read..
 
REVIEW ARTS
The state of the art in world theatre
Suddenly, and quite pleasantly, Calcutta seems to have lit up on the international touring map, hosting three foreign productions or collaborations in one week — not counting ...  | Read.. 
 
The melody hunter
The Harrington Street Arts Centre recently presented a collection of Raghu Rai’s photographs of some of India’s iconic musicians (India’s Great Masters, ended on Dec 2...  | Read.. 
 
Spiritless beauty
A variety of terms have emerged to define an experimental production. There are various forms of dance, such as classical and semi-classical dance, as well as folk and contemp...  | Read.. 
 
OPED
Time to build new bridges
In a dramatic reversal of fortunes, the Liberal Democratic Party won a landslide victory in the Japanese parliamentary electi...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. — NEIL GAIMAN