A random collision with two Indian authors

Last night, at random, I finally started to read my long-languishing copy of Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake. She is absolutely brilliant; if you haven’t read Interpreter of Maladies, you are denying yourself a treat. She is also disturbingly beautiful.
Less so is V.S. Naipaul, a writing god who walks among us, especially if you ask Paul [...]