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Fanatics and heretics
In the early 1980s, while coming out of a Marxist phase, I came across The God that Failed, a collection of confessional essays by once hard-core communists who had left the party and renounced its creed. The book was rivetingly readable, in p...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
Mired in debt
Sir — It is a matter of great concern that a number of farmers have committed suicide in West Benga ...  | Read.. 
 
Might is right
Sir — The report, “Syndicates rule: take it or...” (Jan 19), reminded me, once again, of the wisdo ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — I am a student, and I had visited the Calcutta airport recently. Most of the flights were del ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
PRIZE AFTER DEATH
Death, it has been remarked, is the ultimate injustice. The unfairness of death is most poignant when a talented person’s lif...| Read.. 
 
REVIEW ARTS
Enthralling evenings
This year’s Dover Lane Music Conference (January 22 to 25) commemorated the 150th birth anniversary of Swami Vivekananda. Held at Nazrul Manch, this four-day long festival was...  | Read.. 
 
The path of peace
Further evidence of how theatre today can comment on sensitive political issues that cinema just cannot — because of its dependence on commercial security — appears in two ori...  | Read.. 
 
An eye for the absurd
Rathin Barman is a young artist from Tripura who was trained in Rabindra Bharati University. The change in the landscape as he shifted from a small town to Calcutta made a las...  | Read.. 
 
THIS ABOVE ALL
Hot as a funeral pyre
I have repeated many times that the only genius I have met in my life is Vikram Seth. I had assumed his parents were Punjabi,...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
As a rule, you see, I’m not lugged into Family Rows. On the occasions when Aunt is calling to Aunt like mastodons bellowing across the primeval swamps... the clan has a tendency to ignore me. It’s one of the advantages I get from being a bachelor — and, according to my nearest and dearest, a practically half-witted bachelor at that. — P.G. WODEHOUSE