The literary scene is good in South Asia. Kind of like an ancient Banyan spreading it’s life across the horizon….
I’m telling you this because it wasn’t like this at all when I was growing up. I lived in the Middle East and my father being a voracious reader got us books mostly by foreign authors. So I grew up reading a lot of British and American and Russian writing because that was all there was. Except for the occasional Ruskin Bond or R.K.Narayan.
Of course all this has changed. Now everywhere I look, someone tells me in a conspiratorial voice that he or she is an aspiring writer or a closet writer or a blogger or a freelancer.
Publishing houses are excited about the next big thing. Editors are on the look out for a manuscript they can ‘clean’ up. Facebook groups by writers, for writers and of writers are atomically exploding online. Mine included.
Every writer has a blog has a twitter account has a pinterest has a tumblr has an instagram.
The new Festival in this Festive land where holidays are the norm rather than the rarity is the Lit Fest.
Performance Poetry Workshops are seeing puppeteers, theatre artists, publishers, engineers, teachers and marketing gurus composing poetry and enacting them in open spaces.
Eminent writers chat pleasantries while sipping spiced tea with wide-eyed wannabes and discuss the publication scenario.
Tiny groups of writers get together in cafes to free write and find themselves.
So although there is a view that there are way too many writers and all the writing that comes out is not all that good- it is an exciting time to be a writer in South Asia.
Lucky to be here!
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