Some unusual things have happened in my writing world recently, and no, I’m not talking about two giveaways on my cheap-o blog. In the order of their occurrence:
1. I was asked for my thoughts on e-publishing for an article for the New York Times (International Ed.), and I learnt from the journalist that I was one of the few positively disposed towards this phenomenon. Yes, I agree there is a lot of crap, but as I’ve said before, e-publishing is, at least in part, an organic response to the systemic exclusion of certain types of writing from mainstream publishing. I’m curious to see to see what the article has to say (I’ll link once it is published).
2. An interesting essay called “Defining Indo-Canadian writing” published in Maple Tree Literary Supplement postulates that Indo-Canadian writing reflects India itself in its diversity and range, and hence cannot/ought not be labelled. Like I said, interesting. I was interviewed for this piece, and–I cannot be nonchalant about this–the writer said I LOOK LIKE AN INDIAN AUDREY HEPBURN.
The bits not about me are very accurate, though.
3. I’m featured on Carina’s great series on the early reading influences and experiences of different bloggers, Reading Roots. Thank you, Carina! Sample Q&A:
How have your reading tastes developed from childhood until now? What were the phases that you went through along the way?
I grew up in India, and there just wasn’t any Indian children’s
fiction back then. As a very young child, I read mostly British books, and I pretty much memorized Enid Blyton’s entire oeuvre. Naughty Amelia Jane! Mr. Muddle Meddles! Mr. Pink-Whistle! I also remember a lot of weird Russian pop-up books–India and Russia had a thing going back in the eighties.
If you have children, how did you encourage them (or how are you encouraging them) to become readers? If you do not have children of your own, what do you think is the most important thing to focus on in order to promote reading in the coming generations?
My three-year-old son [now four!] is adept at twitching books out of my hand while whining “Mommy, stop reading.” He thinks of books as competition for my attention, and he’s quite right. I mean, I took books to the hospital when I was in labor.
Seriously: I think he’s absorbed the value I place on reading. He has quite a large book collection already, and of course, I read to him everyday. I also make up stories about characters I love–he knows about Tintin and Sherlock Holmes and [Just] William, for instance. I think it’ll be hard for him not to be a reader, unless he does it as a conscious act of rebellion. *Shudder*
Please pop over to Reading Through Life to learn more about my gory addiction to books and my family’s consequent travails. And do check out Carina’s thoughtful blog too!
4. I’m hopeless at challenges, read-a-thons, memes, awards and readalongs, and most of all, I’m really
lazy inept at visiting other blogs and posting comments. I’ve resolved to stop being so witless when it comes to actively engaging with the blogosphere; henceforth, I’m going visit 2 (new) blogs a week, and comment when I like the content. And start a blogroll for the good stuff. Suggestions are solicited.