One of the most exciting things about books is finding them. Not so much on the net as in hunting them down in obscure bookshops. Over two decades ago in San Jose, California, my quest for Akira Kurosawa’s, Something Like an Autobiography, led me to A Clean and Well-Lighted Place for Books. That, in all honesty, is the name of a bookshop. It was, however, a small, dark and broody little shop, crammed with new and second hand books — etching itself in my mind as I triumphantly carried away my prized possession. A book is a river; a voyage into the unknown on a paper boat. A book is a harbour where boats meet, bearing parables and thoughts. A book is a searchlight illuminating thoughts rooted in a forest. A book is a forest, its leaves dense with words; its words are flames kindling our senses. A book is the sum of all our senses that flow like a river. A book is a river of words that encircles the universe. A book is life. And this issue, unskeins a constellation of experiences — ways of living and seeing and telling. Nancy Adajania critiques artists Nalini Malani and Atul Dodiya's journeys into Alice in Wonderlad and the Ramayana.

Bina Sarkar Ellias
Editor



Issue 18 - Celebrating Books (Vol. 9 no. 1 - Jul'06)