A Queer Place
It is the mad establishment of an eccentric, grey-haired man whose colored silk underwear sometimes show up as he bends down to adjust piles of newly-received stock of books lying bundled on the floor. The book-box of a bookshop has a single entry, facing Priya Theater's box office in the fashionable Basant Lok district of New Delhi, a sort of roofless mall that hums with beautiful faces fixed on beautiful bodies. After walking through the door, besides which stands a rather dull window display, try to ignore Mr. Ajit Vikram Singh — the bookshop owner — sitting on the left side, his desk parked by a stack of old issues of Granta magazines; he himself perhaps listening to Ella Firzgerald in his iPod Nano.
Keep going straight.
First Glimpses
Reach the extreme end which is a few steps ahead (remember the shop is small), turn towards the shelves on the left and settle your eyes on rows of travel books - as conventional as an anthology of an American magazine's best travel writings (Best of Outside), as fascinating as an account of a woman's journey from Europe to Asia (Full Tilt: Ireland to India with a Bicycle), as crazy as the 19th-century description of a Victorian lady's travels among the diseased of Siberia (On Sledge and Horseback to Outcast Siberian Lepers).
Further Excursion
If you are a new-fiction type, turn back and come near to the glass door, which refracts a warm blend of sunlight into the shelves inside. Rotate the ring-around and pick up your copy of the latest Alice Munro short stories (Runaway).
The shelf just behind the ring-around is cluttered with non-academic, well-written, thinking books on the Middle-East and Islam. Rich collection! This author picked up his favorite book on Iran (Persian Mirrors: The Elusive Face of Iran) from this spot. Reza Aslam's exciting first book on Islam (No god but God: The Origins, Evolution, and Future of Islam) is still lying there. In hardbound!
If you will stop staring and wondering at the smirking face of Mr. Ajit Vikram Singh, you may perhaps notice a not-so-visible section on his right side (which means towards your left since you are facing Mr. Singh), weighing down at the bottom, almost touching the light-brown carpeted floor. That is the best part of the Fact & Fiction. This collection is neither fact nor fiction. It is about food. Pick up all the MFK Fishers (Consider the Oyster, How to Cook a Woolf, etc.) and Elizabeth Davids (French Provincial Cooking, South Wind Through the Kitchen, etc.). If your taste in food writing tends towards trash, take out all the three autobiographical works of the Danielle Steele of food writing - Ruth Reichl. (Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table, Comfort Me with Apples: More Adventures at the Table, Garlic and Sapphires: The Secret Life of a Critic in Disguise)







Article comments
1 - diana hartman
I am pleased to tell you this article is being featured in the Culture Focus today, June 26.
Diana Hartman
Culture Editor
2 - heh
Find another bookshop pink princess, nobody's asking you to hang around there.
3 - ruchi
Hi Mayank,
Read it on some of cheap T shirts on Janpath .. "Education ruined me" … some one ruined by reading .. Nah ?? anyway .. good to see your blog .. though am not a blogger but I claim to be a book lover albeit low profile one. It was good to read your article on Fact & Fiction (which happens to be my last resort on so many books ) .. … coouldn’t help but thank u for the smile I had when I read about Mr. Singh .. Oh yes .. that’s so true.
Thanks..
4 - Saurabh
Fact and Fiction is perhaps my favorite bookshop. It is beautiful and delightfully personal. I love the place, Mr Singh's frown and all.