I can see why they call it talk radio. The interaction is unmediated, and the quiet lulls are a lubricant for conversation. There’s something of the blank canvas about radio—absolutely anything is possible. I might have gone on a bit about the book. Continue reading

[I wrote this chapter three years ago for the book, but it didn’t fit anywhere so we discarded it. This is a first draft, and therefore filled with all kinds of terrible errors.] “Let’s go to the graveyard, sir,” O said as we strolled through Okhla’s alleys one October night. Sure, I said. I wanted Continue reading