JAIPUR JOURNALS

<p>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. </p><p>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. <i>Jaipur Journals</i> provides incisive insights into what makes a literary festival tick. </p><p></p>