* "इन सर्च ऑफ ऑथेंटिसिटी", द न्यूयॉर्क रिव्यू ऑफ बुक्स (4 फरवरी 2015)
* "In Search of Authenticity," The New York Review of Books (4 February 2015)
* "In Search of Authenticity," The New York Review of Books (4 February 2015)
वर्जिनीया वूल्फ़ का मानना था कि समकालीन उपन्यासों को पढ़ने का एक आनंद यह है कि वे आपको अपनी निर्णय क्षमता का उपयोग करने के लिए मजबूर करते हैं। किसी किताब को लेकर कोई बनी-बनाई राय नहीं होती थी। आपको खुद तय करना होता था कि वह अच्छी है या नहीं
Virginia Woolf thought one of the pleasures of reading contemporary novels was that they forced you to exercise your judgment. There was no received opinion about a book. You had to decide for yourself whether it was good
Virginia Woolf thought one of the pleasures of reading contemporary novels was that they forced you to exercise your judgment. There was no received opinion about a book. You had to decide for yourself whether it was good
* "व्हाई रीड न्यू बुक्स?" द न्यूयॉर्क रिव्यू ऑफ बुक्स (11 नवंबर 2014)
* "Why Read New Books?" The New York Review of Books (11 November 2014)
* "Why Read New Books?" The New York Review of Books (11 November 2014)
“तीस शताब्दियों में जन्म लिया,” एडविन मुइर ने अपनी सबसे प्रसिद्ध कविता की शुरुआत की, “उन सभी में घर जैसा महसूस हुआ सिवाय आखिरी के।” कथा और उपन्यासों में पलायनवाद के बारे में बहुत कुछ कहा जाता है। लेकिन शायद सबसे बड़ा पलायनवाद अतीत की घरेलू दुनिया में शरण लेना है, वह घर जो इतिहास और साहित्य बन जाता है, उस वर्तमान पल से बचना है जिसमें हम सहज नहीं हैं, फिर भी हमें उसी में जीना है: वर्तमान
“Into thirty centuries born,” Edwin Muir began his most celebrated poem, “At home in them all but the very last.” Much is said about escapism in narrative and fiction. But perhaps the greatest escapism of all is to take refuge in the domesticity of the past, the home that history and literature become, avoiding the one moment of time in which we are not at home, yet have to live: the present
“Into thirty centuries born,” Edwin Muir began his most celebrated poem, “At home in them all but the very last.” Much is said about escapism in narrative and fiction. But perhaps the greatest escapism of all is to take refuge in the domesticity of the past, the home that history and literature become, avoiding the one moment of time in which we are not at home, yet have to live: the present