A
brilliant, funny, and moving account of the characters that make festivals
tick. There are the authors enjoying moments of adulation after years of
creative isolation and the star-struck public allowed to mingle with their
cultural icons. And those in-between who are both author and fan as is
the case of Rudrani Rana, who attends one festival session after the
other clutching a canvas bag which contains the labour of her life – an
unsubmitted manuscript written and re-written until only the sentence ‘my body
is a haunted house’ remains untouched.
Partly a love letter to one
of the great literary shows on earth, partly a satire about the glittery set
that throngs this literary venue year in year out, and partly an ode to the
millions of aspiring writers who inhabit literary festivals, Jaipur Journals
provides incisive insights into the
heart of a literary festival