I write, therefore I am

 

This is Suresh Subrahmanyan’s second volume of reminiscences and reflections. There is no subject under the sun that does not come under his genial and satirical gaze. Nostalgia and current affairs are dealt with in a serenely personal and free-flowing style, displaying a deep and abiding love for the English language. For the reader, there is something to dip into and find relevant, even at a random flipping-through of the pages. This is a book to be kept by your bedside and referred to whenever you’re feeling low. Your spirits will surely rise.

Comments on the author’s first book of essays, ‘A brush with Mr. Naipaul (and other pieces).’

Make no mistake, ‘A brush with Mr. Naipaul’ is not just meant for laughs; it also nudges the reader to introspect on the issues assailing the polity.

The Telegraph 

This enviable collection by Suresh Subrahmanyan, is an authentic reflection of its times, to be also relished as a mosaic of his Freudian anti-repressing liberation!

Deccan Chronicle

Charming, delightful; also a wry, dry wit and a fair bit of leg-pulling. Squeamish, scatological and porn-ish subjects have been tackled not frontally but forthrightly enough, in delicate, elliptical prose. The range of interests is wide. To write on all these pointedly but lightly is an art indeed.   Wodehouse has been internalised and used deftly to capture a very Indian ethos. I doubt if anyone writes like this.

Kamala Ganesh 

Sociologist and Author