The Feels This Week: Appetite & Consumption
From the Ibis trilogy’s dense histories to Van Gogh’s famine scene and a tale of grief as meals, my recent inspirations circled hunger & loss.
Books
Book reviews & analyses
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Books That Were A Challenge To Read: Endurance Training For My Mind
My years of consciously chosen books and curated book experiences have me reflecting on what they taught me & where they tested me.
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Female Friendship: The 40s Made Me Rethink Midlife & Misogyny
Female friendship is flattened by patriarchy’s demands. Post 40, I’m finding other women seeking mindful connection & the ability to moderate.
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BOOK: Tsering Namgyal Khortsa’s Tibet & Amitav Ghosh’s Ibis
Reading a sprawling colonial saga (Sea of Poppies) and an intimate Tibetan memoir brings me specific lenses to see the world by. A book is my map.
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Flavours Of Women Of Colour: Bulbul Sharma, Deesha Philyaw
Women ’s stories linger in kitchens & church pews. They carry the weight of funeral households, prayer rituals and unspoken female desire.
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Notes In The Margin: ‘The Collected Regrets Of Clover’ – Mikki Brammer
A stranger gave me ‘The Collected Regrets of Clover’ in a rare act of generosity. The book gently looks at the messiness & mundaneity of grief.
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The Feels This Week: Mad Women In Books
Mad women on my mind—through cults, kitchens, crimes, and cosmic quests. These stories of rage, resistance, and reckoning ask: what makes a woman mad?
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Lit Crush: Gabrielle Zevin ‘s Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow, The Storied Life of A.J.Fikry
How do you reconcile the love of some books with the thought that their authors hate people like you? Gabrielle Zevin makes me ponder this.
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South India Storyscapes: COVENANT OF WATER – Abraham Verghese, PAINTER OF SIGNS – RK Narayan
Two stories – one written in the 70s and one in the 2020. They had me thinking about how South India looks at identity issues like gender & faith.
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When Did Reading Become Performance?
Reading isn’t a flex. Self-help isn’t a gateway drug to fiction. If you read to look good, I’m not impressed—and neither is Gabrielle Zevin.
