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Performance Art
Manjula Padmanabhan
‘A single pod of cardamom! Was that enough? To flavour an entire life’s pot of time?’
Numb
Lauren Schenkman
‘She felt things under the skin: scars where the body had torn during childbirth, clumps of cellulite, lobules and ducts.’
Look Out, Narendran!
Subha
A madman is dead set on blowing up the Taj Mahal, and there’s only one pair of detectives who can stop him. Tamil Pulp Fiction at its best.
The Middle Ages: Approaching the Question of a Terminal Date
David Szalay
‘What is left? What is he to wrap himself in, now that everything has floated off into space?’
