When autobiographies fall flat

Those who read autobiographies will be familiar with what I am about to say, namely, that there are two types of these: the reflective ones and the one-damn-thing-after-another ones. The former are the best; the latter the worst. I mean, after all, you read an autobiography for

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Name and fame

There was once a finance minister, from non-South Indian State I might add, who used to call me Mr Alphabet because of the length of my name. His own name was a ­poverty-stricken two-word thing. Worse, both words were of two syllables. But I shan’t be churlish because he was right.

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