It seems no one wants to curl up with an Agatha Christie or dig into a Harper Lee anymore. People now read self-help books
Anant Pai, the adoptive ‘Uncle’ of generations of Indian children, has turned 80. Pity we can’t find an adequate gift for the man who gave us so much joy?
In these times when success is determined by numbers, poetry is a marginal mode of communication. Perhaps what the poet should look for is the intensity of his readership, not its size