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sonal came back from delhi with a three volume pack of ‘a critique of everyday life’. i have been interrupting reading the first volume as he hacks into surrealists, existentialists, pseudo marxists, stalinists and anyone else he wants to with venom and passion, with novels- the cool noir of dashiell hammett’s ‘red earth’ whose story does not really matter as long as the blondes have long legs and the dialogue snappy enough; then the beautiful seamless journey in and out of decades and continents of ‘the shadow lines’ by amitav ghosh; and now as i wait in one of the few down times in college from the library is j m coetzee’s ‘boyhood’- a childhood that took place many decades before mine in another continent but yet seems so palpable.