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Writerly Life’s Second Newsletter: Reading and Pandemics

Writerly Life’s Second Newsletter: Reading and Pandemics talks about anxieties and reading slumps during a pandemic like COVID-19, and contains book reviews and a letter wishing the World Book Day. Continue reading Writerly Life’s Second Newsletter: Reading and Pandemics

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Documenting it for posterity. I want to be reminded: It is okay.

From this batch of four that arrived on Sunday, I have read two: Annie Ernaux’s A Man’s Place and Let Me Tell You What I Mean by Joan Didion.

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Started this book reviews and author interviews only newsletter. My interaction with Vivart @vivartshrivastava convinced me that no matter what I should continue. So, here it is. 😊

Mayday Bookstore Visit Bookhaul With shy-guy @vivartshrivastava who won't share the amazing collection he has bought. 😅

Boohoarding and Review Stack February 2021

Saurabh Sharma is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting.

#Repost @gaysifamily (@get_repost)

It is January. Usually it is that time of the year when I used to go to Delhi Book Fair. Not anymore. Not saying it is the new normal. It is abnormal. A result of abnormal and irresponsible behavior of ours. In ours, I include myself.

First purchase of 2021. Except the middle one, which is my current read.

Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me by Bill Hayes (Bloomsbury, 2017)

My year in books. It is so funny how the favorite subject of mine Mathematics and its - and Economics' sistee - branch, which is now a full-blown study in itself, hides scenarios. Data speaks what you want it to speak. The reading statistics of 2020 do not account for what year it has been, the anxieties it brought with itself, a few good news and a lot, lots of bad news. A few family members became its prey. Most of us survived. We are grateful that we all had food, comfort of our homes and money to conduct of our lives. In my case, I had reading and writing. And it's the former whose presence in numbers @goodreads presented to me. I aimed for 70, but could read 56. However, these 56 were a great read. I cherished the books that I read this year - unique narratives, powerful storytelling, and nuanced characters. I learned through and through this journey. May 2021 be more eventful in terms of reading. But, as I mentioned in my previous article, 2020 has taught us all a great deal. Primary lessons in patience will be put to us. No expectation. Going with the flow. ❤🌻

#Repost @purplepencilproject

#Repost @gaysifamily

Finally it is here. With me. In the winter of Delhi. Providing me warth. And solace. What can writers do? What can words do? May I find answers to these queations. Or at least come closer to asking right questions with this read. I have admired, loved and respected @olivialanguage's works. This one was on my TBR since Mar' 20 when it was out but wasn't available in India. When it became available I found it once or twice in the bookstores I used to go out when I was on a date I Khan or other places, today was one such day. Today was the day when I said, "fuck it; it is going to be my last purchase of 2020." And here it is. Funny Weather: Art in an Emergency. By Olivia Laing. All I can say that that it is start of something unique for me as a reader and writer. My choice have changed. Progressed or evolved or changed. I don't know, changed sounds good enough to describe this newfound interest in sentences that mean the world to me. And in Lonely City I found those sentences. I found those in Insomniac City. I found those in My Father's Garden. I found those in God of Small Things. May I remind myself that the vessel that a reader is needs such prose to sharpen its core and produce sentences that strike a semblance with the reader's vessels. In search of these perfect sentences, to Laing's prose, I raise a toast. Farewell 2020.

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