My latest book is The One Who Swam With The Fishes.

"A mesmerizing account of the well-known story of Matsyagandha ... and her transformation from fisherman’s daughter to Satyavati, Santanu’s royal consort and the Mother/Progenitor of the Kuru clan." - Hindustan Times

"Themes of fate, morality and power overlay a subtle and essential feminism to make this lyrical book a must-read. If this is Madhavan’s first book in the Girls from the Mahabharata series, there is much to look forward to in the months to come." - Open Magazine

"A gleeful dollop of Blytonian magic ... Reddy Madhavan is also able to tackle some fairly sensitive subjects such as identity, the love of and karmic ties with parents, adoption, the first sexual encounter, loneliness, and my favourite, feminist rage." - Scroll



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29 November 2017

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Last Goa beach day this year! My hair is salt watered to the point of straw, I'm as brown as a coconut and I'm chilling at a friend's hut at the Anahata resort, reading my book. This will be a good photo to look back on in two weeks when it feels like the cold and the smog is the only reality I've ever known. #traveldiary #goamoon #beachlife

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Newsletter: The Best Books I Read In 2017

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In 2016, I set myself a reading challenge on Goodreads to read 200 books. I've got to admit, I struggled with that number last year. For whatever reason, I wasn't reading as much as I normally did. So, slightly humbled by how genuinely hard it was, I set a lower target this year: 150, and guys, it's November 25 and my current count is about 182 so far? I read across the board this year, following series to their completion and trying to challenge myself as much as I could. This is not to sound smug or anything, I'm actually a little alarmed how something I used to do with ease and pleasure, without really thinking about it, has become the target for an actual goal. When you bring a step count into it, as it were, are you really reading?

The flip side--and the reason I signed on for a "challenge" in the first place--is that it lets you log and rate each book you read. This is super useful, because I now know what I loved even way back in January, which brings me to the Theme of this week's newsletter: the best books I read in 2017. I did consider making it just books published in 2017, but I read so many wonderful authors who were published years ago that I thought it would be nice to share all my discoveries. I've sorta slotted it by genre, and since I read some more than others, you'll see a lot more books in that category. Also, I'm counting series or books written by one author as one entry and not multiple. I know it's only November, but December is a busy time of the year and reading might be slightly intermittent. Let's get started!

My favourite mystery/detective novels: It's funny--and when I say "funny" I mean "interesting" that a lot of great crime novels are by women. Take Agatha Christie or Gillian Flynn for example. Maybe it's because women can imagine crimes against women a lot easier than men can, since it's what most women do every day of their lives. My top two books in this category are both series: the first is Kate Atkinson with her Jackson Brodie books, beginning with Started Early, Took My Dog. I've loved Atkinson since I read Life After Life a few years ago and tried to thrust it into the hands of everyone I met, and when I came across the first of the Jackson Brodie books in a second hand shop, I devoured it in one sitting. They're long literary mysteries, with delicate turns of phrase and simple but intricate plotting.

Then, this was also the year I discovered Tana French. I started with The Likeness, which reminded me a lot of Donna Tartt's A Secret History, a detective has to pose as a student in an undercover mission to discover who killed her doppelganger. This is the second book in her Dublin Murder Squad books, and all five are heart-rate-increasing pacy books with lots of detail about Ireland and the people who live there.

My favourite children's fantasy series: The Chrestomanci series by Diana Wynne Jones. A sort of Harry Potter-esque world, but one where wizards and witches are well known and exist. Other worlds exist too, and there's a sort of training institute where the chosen ones get some schooling that their regular magic classes can't teach them. Written pre-Rowling, I saw a lot of her inspirations in these books as well, and like the best kids fantasy, there's no dumbing down, no unnecessary exposition, all is revealed in the right time, and it takes a little while to understand what's going on.

My favourite literary novels: The quietest, richest book I read all year was Stoner by John Williams.  I bought it on an impulse, because the blurb said "the best novel you've never heard of" and that is a good way to suck me in. After I read it, I searched all over the internet for a backstory: apparently, it had a huge revival a few years ago, when people in Europe started picking it up by the droves and recommending it to each other. What's it about? It's the life story of one man, named William Stoner, his quietly unremarkable life, his unhappy marriage, his relationship with his daughter and also how he becomes a professor of English literature, and all this doesn't sound like much, but it is STUNNING. STUNNING.

I love parallel world narratives (see: Birthday Letters by Lionel Shriver) and 4321 by Paul Auster is just that. There's a boy, he lives and dies. In each life and death, there is a slight variation, and there are four of these stories, hence the title. Each section is a different life lived, but by the same people. This was a Booker nom this year and I was hoping it would win.

Another Booker nomination that I loved was Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie. Antigone retold, it's about a Muslim boy in London who joins ISIS and the fall out this has on his two sisters. I can't say very much else without giving away the plot, but it's beautifully told.

My favourite books by friends and family: Even though they are friends and family, I'm still going to give my full on five star recommendations for each of these books as a reader, because they are that good. My mother's book Mr And Mrs Jinnah taught me about a period of history in India that I've actually never given much thought too, except "oh, freedom struggle time." She used letters as a base and built up from there to tell the story of Ruttie Jinnah, a woman who was misunderstood and lonely for much of her life, including by the people who loved her the most.

Diksha Basu's The Windfall  was a book I was looking forward to for a very long time, and I wasn't disappointed. It's a sort of black comedy about a Delhi family that strikes it rich and moves to Gurgaon. Deftly observed with points of view from people you'd never actually think about, I thought it was an excellent meditation on how we live today.

Prayaag Akbar's Leila just won an award, and besides being jealous of everyone I know who wins awards (normal?) it was definitely well deserved. It's a slim hardback volume about a dystopian Delhi, where society is broken up into--well, I won't give too much away--but it stays with you a lot longer than it takes to read it.

My favourite comfort read: You know, you work hard, you have a lot on your mind and you need some way to forget all your stresses, and Netflix isn't doing it for you. Enter Miss Read, a pseudonym for writer Dora Saint, who wrote over forty books about idyllic English villages, very Call The Midwife, except, with no midwifery involved. I liked her Thrush Green series more than Fairacre, but both are perfect, gentle reads about a recurring cast of characters who do every day things like bake sales and rebuilding churches and what not. (This is a good time to also mention that my Discovery Of The Year, so to speak, was Amazon's Used Books section. Very good, and the books arrive in good condition, also cheaper than buying new, so bear that in mind.)

My favourite memoir: I didn't expect to feel so many things reading Ruskin Bond's Lone Fox Dancing. But I totally did. Sad, and sweet and poignant and you just feel like going back in time and giving the little boy he was a hug. Like the best memoirs, this gave you a lot of answers, but also not ALL the answers, because writers should ultimately retain a little mystery in the end.

My favourite essay collection: When you're crawling up on thirty six, your biological clock either starts to tick with great loudness, or in my case, you just assume you have a defective one, because my womb is perfectly happy being just a womb, not a carrier of Future Life and so on. Every single essay in Selfish, Shallow And Self Absorbed: Sixteen Writers on Their Decision Not To Have Kids validated that choice. Having children is not for everyone, and I'm glad we live in a world where the second choice is also explored and analysed and recognised as valid.

My favourite YA: You guys, what can I say about The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas that will sum up exactly how much I love it? I don't think my words are adequate but: young black girl in a shady neighbourhood learns what cops are able to do to young black men, and realises her identity through it. SO GOOD.

My favourite short story collection: Out for drinks one day with a friend who brought along another friend who said The Adivasi Will Not Dance by Handsa Sowvendra Shekhar was the ONE book she was buying and giving to friends consistently. Of course, I had to have it. There was some controversy around the book, but I only recall the lyrical language, each story is pitch perfect and a representation of people we don't often hear from: "the hinterland of Jharkhand" as the blurb says.

My all round favourite book of the year: Just finished Pachinko by Min Jin Lee two days ago, and already I am feeling withdrawal symptoms. This is my favourite sort of book: a long family saga, grandparents and parents, and kids and their kids, but set in Japan, amongst Korean immigrants. I don't know very much about this part of the world, and was prepared to find the book dense and difficult, but instead, I found myself savouring it and slowing down so it would last longer. The last time I felt like this about a book was A Little Life, so PLEASE read this IMMEDIATELY.

And (because this is MY newsletter after all) my favourite book that I wrote this year: *AHEM* My book The One Who Swam With The Fishes got great reviews across the board, and is the story of Satyavati from the Mahabharata. Sort of her origin story, there's myth, there's a young girl's journey, there's feminism, there's sex, you'll like it. Link to buy at the bottom of this newsletter.

You can read more of my picks by the month over at BLInk, where I have a column recommending books by theme.
 

27 November 2017

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Had a lovely time at the #goaphoto festival this weekend, where different exhibits were displayed in gorgeous old houses around Siolim. The idea was to walk through all of them but we took the scooter anyway. Followed by a party at the Siolim Institute also decked up for the night with a set of projections and craft beer by a company called Susegado flowing all night. #traveldiary #goamoon #villagelife

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25 November 2017

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Bae on baech. How many seaside days can I squeeze in before we leave next week? #traveldiary #goamoon #beachlife

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24 November 2017

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Way #latergram, from the night before I caught this bloody flu. Discovering the hipster joys of Chapora. Actually the HIPPIE joys. This is from Paulo's, a dive bar and an institution. No food, no photography (inside, of the many musicians that hang in frames, this photo totally doesn't count). Most of the clientele were ancient white hippies talking about what India was like in the 70s. (Conjecture, but what else would they talk about?) Charming place though. I'm totally going back. #traveldiary #goamoon #villagelife

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18 November 2017

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And more Saturdaying, Burger Factory Morjim has just opened for the season and here's their absolutely delectable bacon Bloody Mary. Plus bacon jam and pineapple jalapeƱo sliders coming up. All beef, of course. #traveldiary #goamoon #beachlife

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Saturday! Drinking a screwdriver made from fresh orange juice and contemplating our Delhi return. Which I'm not unhappy about, actually, since we'll be back in Goa in January and since I miss mod cons and our monsters but it's good to get a lot of beach in in the meanwhile so you know there's such a thing as blue skies and wide open spaces. #ashvem #beachlife #goamoon

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17 November 2017

Newsletter: Dreams and overthinking it

This week's newsletter now on the blog! Also if you'll cast your eyes upward you'll see lots of shiny new blurbs for my new book, which you really should read if you haven't already. Subscribe here to get me on the reg in your inboxes--no spam, I promise. I'm totally going to try to post more regularly on my poor neglected blog and not just Instagram updates either, so just shout out if you're listening.  



Call it the age of the house, call it the weird light that filters through the dirty skylights in the morning or the ambient noise of the birds (and the very non-ambient knocking on our window by some other bird) but we all have vivid dreams in our Goa house, and this includes the house guest we have staying with us. Mostly, I can't remember, because my internal clock has been set to 9:39 am for the last five days, and by 9:39, I am done dreaming, and half beginning the process of waking up, which for me--like many of you--involves reaching out for my phone, scrolling through my feeds, seeing what everyone has been up to. (It's a bad habit, but it wakes me up like nothing else does.)




Anyway, I'm not going to bore you with a long description of my dreams, except for one detail: there was a machine, which you could attach to your finger and it would tell you what sort of music was inside your soul. And this ginger cat that went before me, had a jazz tune, but like in a cat sort of way: it went jazz-jazz-jazz-plink-plonk, and he was a happy cat. And mine was a classical tune, with piano, and I wanted to Shazam it, I remember, in my dream, but I couldn't find my phone, so I decided to go through classical piano playlists when I woke up to see which one it was. Alas, I can no longer remember how it went, but it was an uplifting piece of music though, poignant and happy all at the same time, so I guess that sums up my state of mind.
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Our friends invited to us to a barbecue on the beach after hours, and I realised, sitting there, drinking red wine out of a plastic cup, that I am absolutely hopeless about camping or roughing it. I was of zero help to anyone, except for some comments made from the peanut gallery about how to position the wood so it caught fire. Watching food or the fire being prepared isn't fascinating, but what is is the muted roar of the ocean, the hulking, almost pre-historic shadows of the fishing boats parked next to you, the soft roughness of sand, the burn on your face when you lean in too close to the fire, the crackling red patterns on the wood. The food, when it was done, was delicious, but nothing compared to just being out there, on an empty beach, the sounds of partying in the distance. It's nice also that your friends accept your limitations, and know that you are a lily of the field, you don't toil or spin, but, one hopes, you make it up in other ways.
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Goa has gotten quite chilly this past week, we've pulled out a blanket and sleep without the fan on. Which also means I'm woefully unprepared for returning to Delhi in two weeks--I have no sweater, no socks, not even a warm shirt, so I picture myself obsessively, standing outside the airport in the middle of the night, freezing and then making my way up to the flat which will also be cold and I will be too tired to pull out my winter clothes just then, so I'll just have to wait till the next day. What comforts me is that I can picture the red trunk in which our blankets are stored. I'll go into an obsessive spiral about being cold, and then I'll remember the blankets are in the red trunk and then I picture the trunk, the feel of the handle as I lift it, the heaviness of the quilts when I pull them out, the way one cat will jump inside the box, and it's almost as though I'm there already. Sometimes I live in two places at the same time: the place I actually am, and the place I visit in my imagination. If I can't picture something, I feel awfully... lost. Like I'm swimming and I can't feel the bottom with my feet. Like I'm moving towards something in the dark. Which is why when I travel to a new place, I like to look at hotel or Airbnb accomodations several times: there is where I will sleep. That is where the light will hit. That is where I will put my suitcase. Is this only me?
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I wrote a few articles these past two weeks, which I haven't yet linked to so here's my books column for this month in Hindu BLInk, (two memoirs and a novel-memoir) and a cover story for the Deccan Chronicle which came out ages ago, but which I forgot to link on what the rise of mythological fiction means for India. (The nicest part of this story is that I struck up conversation with Karthika Nair who blurbed my book and whose book Until The Lions was one of my favourite reads for the year it came out.)
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Thursday link list!
 
There were cries all around. The hard earned money of many, saved as little cash in Rs 500 and Rs 1,000 notes were no longer of any value. It looked like Nero’s Rome. For six months, I documented the lives of people in queues and their agony. The better part of Indians are resilient people, some helped each other, and the old and pregnant women were taken care of by people standing with them for hours.

- Gorgeous photo essay on the effects of demonitisation. #neverforget Modi began act two of his passion play with a feather-light tickle of the audience’s funny-bone. Across the country, he said, crores of people are sleeping peacefully in their beds. But the corrupt, numbering a few thousands, cannot sleep; they try to buy sleeping pills but they can’t get any because, no money.
The illusion he conjured up had the audience in splits. And an audience that is laughing is an audience that is not thinking – thus, it never wondered for a moment why those imagined insomniacs couldn’t get their fix, given that the demonetized currency remained legal tender in pharmacies.

- And while we're on this subject, I loved this story about Modi as a master magician, showing you one thing to distract from another.

I think she would be shocked. If the client never reveals the truth, I must continue the role indefinitely. If the daughter gets married, I have to act as a father in that wedding, and then I have to be the grandfather. So, I always ask every client, “Are you prepared to sustain this lie?” It’s the most significant problem our company has.

- What if your father was a man hired by your mother to make you feel better about yourself?

In truth, in the years since its peak in the mid‑2000s, Second Life has become something more like a magnet for mockery. When I told friends that I was working on a story about it, their faces almost always followed the same trajectory of reactions: a blank expression, a brief flash of recognition, and then a mildly bemused look. Is that still around? Second Life is no longer the thing you joke about; it’s the thing you haven’t bothered to joke about for years.

- On how people are using the platform Second Life, for just that, a second life. Yes, still.

Curious how this clichĆ© influenced real women, I conducted a poll on Instagram that asked women whether they’d ever worn a man’s button-down pre- or post-romantic encounter. I wasn’t surprised when 81% said no. I also received hundreds of direct messages from women weighing in on the topic, a significant number of which pointed out that it reinforces problematic body standards wherein women are assumed to be more petite than men. One woman confessed that she purchases large dress shirts to keep in her closet because she often hooks up with men who are smaller or shorter than she is. “I have large shirts awaiting me so I still feel small,” she wrote.

- Literally some of K's shirts fit me as well as mine do, except for being super long. On the women-wearing-their-lover's-button-down-shirts trope in film and TV.

In October 2014, Prime Minister Narendra Modi announced a national campaign called Swachh Bharat Abhiyan, meaning “Clean India Mission.” While it sounds well-intentioned, the announcement came one week after the announcement for a campaign called “Make In India,” which encourages international corporations to bring their manufacturing jobs to India—a goal many see as contradictory to promoting a cleaner environment.

- Another photo essay on the people who live by the Yamuna.



‘World class’ is a term Shammi frequently uses while giving a tour of the building. Physical education classes are underway for senior girls in the new covered courtyard. Some pause to wish the principal. Shammi points to the panelled false ceiling, diffused lights, clean and tiled washrooms, large cans of handwash, water coolers — all newly added at the school. All classrooms have new blue desks and seats. The fans and lights work. But the school’s overarching pride is the 25m swimming pool still under construction. “Can you imagine a government school with a swimming pool?” asks Birender Gupta, the school’s estate manager, who recently moved his children to this school from the private institution they were attending in Bihar. Parents like him are on the rise, says Shammi. “This year we’ve received more enquiries from parents whose children are in private schools,” she says. Education is free in government schools up to Std VIII and the fee is ₹20 a month thereafter.

- In the good news, a lot of Delhi's government schools are getting a full on makeover.

These houses are now being named ‘Portuguese Houses’ perhaps because of the influence of tourism since ‘Portuguese’ is a more exotic denomination than Goan…There is no need to point out that houses such as those in Goa exist nowhere in any town or village in Portugal, Brazil, or Portuguese-influenced Africa. They are solely Goan.”

- This article is why I no longer call our Assagao house a "Portugese home" but it's also about so much more.

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Almost two years running my newsletter and in case you've missed it, I thought I'd share some of it here. Here's an excerpt from the latest update. I arrive into your inbox with stories about stuff that I think, read, see and do that week plus amazing links from around the web. Sound amazing? Link in bio to sign up and read the latest issues. #newsletter #writinglife

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14 November 2017

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I don't know, I think I'm getting pretty good at Goa mornings. Reading Elizabeth Jane Howard's The Long View and resurrecting a deck chair for balcão lying purposes. This morning I read an article about how old Goan homes were just that: old Goan and to call them "Portuguese" was a disservice, and I'm even more impressed with this state than I was before. Definitely the most civilised one in all of India. #traveldiary #goamoon #villagelife #nowreading

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11 November 2017

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Oh hello my little kitteny friend. Cat withdrawal? What cat withdrawal? #catsagram #kittensofgoa #goamoon

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9 November 2017

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Finally, the book that kicked me in the pants and made me want to start writing again. (which I totally have but only to flop back on the sofa immediately to read some more.) Scythe is set in the future where death is no longer a thing, so, in order to curb population growth, this organisation goes around killing people, only you're supposed to say "gleaning" instead of "murdering." of course, there are two teen protagonists because that's the only kind of SFF I read & it's all very good. #nowreading #bookstagram #mrmbookclub

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8 November 2017

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No pets in our Goa home except a lot of wildlife. Birds knocking on the windows, monkeys in the garden and at least two resident frogs. One hangs out by the sink in the bedroom and this one (Ferdinand) chills in the living room. They eat mosquitoes and seem quite happy. And I am reconnecting with my aspiring naturalist childhood and learning to admire them even if they are a little jumpy. #froggystyle #frogsofinstagram #villagelife #goamoon

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5 November 2017

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I think this is the best hotel room I've ever stayed in. Certainly the funnest. Now chilling in our boat room, reading a book, watching the sea. #traveldiary #goamoon #beachlife

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2 November 2017

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Nyum. So pleased to find Greater Than, the new Indian gin, in Goa, ahead of Delhi. This plus mirchi baajis and my evening is totally made. #traveldiary #goamoon #villagelife

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Stopped by the brand new Cuckoo Bar in Vagator for drinks last night, just because of the siren call of the fairy lights. Pretty! #traveldiary #goamoon

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1 November 2017

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Deeply contemplative about our lunch choices. (no, that's totally a lie, we decide what we want to eat before we leave the house. Today was Vinayak's prawn curry rice.) #traveldiary #goamoon

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