In London in 1982, during a “Festival of India,” there was a gathering of many leading Indian writers - not R.K. Narayan, not Naipaul, but just about everyone else, or so I thought. This was the year after the publication of Midnight’s Children, so I was very much the new kid on the block, and was asked to deliver a talk about being a writer in the Indian diaspora. This talk eventually became the essay
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