The advantage of attending an event with someone who’s even more addicted to blogging than you are is that it saves you a lot of work. Amit, whom I last saw looking bleary-eyed in our hotel room early this morning, has (no doubt in the short time he had between getting ready and making a dash for the railway station) put up a nice little post about the Jaipur Literature Festival. It’s specifically about the Salman Rushdie session and I have nothing to add, except for these sentences uttered by the great man (Rushdie, not Varma), which I present to you out of context:
“I ceased to believe in God thanks to neo-Gothic architecture.”
“I wondered to myself: what kind of God wouldn’t strike you down for eating a ham sandwich?”
“Karachi is a bloody big dump!”
“It wasn’t a very good ham sandwich but I loved it.”
“Some of my best friends are journalists. I was just kidding when I said those things about them earlier. (Pause) Maybe. (Another pause.) A little bit.”
I took notes throughout the fest but won’t be putting up detailed posts, at least not for now. Have to sort them out for official purposes first. More later.