The book I couldnt put down – Koestler’s Darkness at Noon.
The book I couldnt pick up – Joyce’s Ulysses.
The book you gave me which I havent read yet – Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina.
The book I brought to the beach – Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound.
The book I tried so hard to like – Gorky’s Mother. Its crap.
The book I somehow own three copies of – Goethe’s Faust.
The book that saved my life – Ibsen’s An Enemy of the People.
The book I lent you – Nothing. I dont lend books. Go to a library.
The book I fall asleep to every night – Not every night, but I slept with (no pun) Don Quixote for almost a year.
The book I mistook for a hat – My 7th standard Hindi textbook. It also served as tissue paper.
The book I am desperately trying to write – “On Sublation: Hegel After Nietzsche”. Not likely to be out till 2030.
All the books that changed my life – Were written by dead White males and pro-Enlightenment non-Brahmin thinkers.