Book-Bit : If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller

The novel you are reading wants to present to you a corporeal world, thick, detailed. Immersed in your reading, you move the paper knife mechanically in the depth of the volume: your reading has not yet reached the end of the first chapter, but your cutting has already gone far ahead. And there, at the…

Book-Bit : If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller

Perhaps you started leafing through the book already in the shop. Or were you unable to, because it was wrapped in its cocoon of cellophane? Now you are on the bus, standing in the crowd, hanging from a strap by your arm, and you begin undoing the package with your free hand, making movements something…

Poem: Vikram Seth

Time Zones I willed my love to dream of me last night, that we might lie at peace, if not beneath a single sheet, under one sky. I dreamed of her but she could not alas humour my will; it struck me suddenly that where she was was daylight still.

Book-Bit : The Master and Margarita

“The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You’re asked an unexpected question, you don’t even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you…

Franz Kafka on Reading

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we…