Yet another book to celebrate Indian Independence Month, August 2015: When David Davidar Drank My Wine, a book with a flippant, saucy title–but possibly my most daring book since The Killing of an Author.

Take a chance on it: and be proud that an Indian wrote and published it.

With such chapters as “A Petition to Stop the Torture of Writers,” “Ten Questions for David Davidar,” and “Suzanna Arundhati Roy and How We Are All Connected,” this series of essays on corruption and repression in Indian publishing, and by extension in Asia, challenges Establishment smugness and exposes the intricate East-West connection, and how the West paradoxically (logically?) encourages Asian corruption and enables it. The author raises many public interest issues: of freedom, debate, honesty, transparency, and authenticity.

Why should this matter to you? Because not just Suzanna Arundhati and the former Prime Minister of Pakistan, or Sonny Mehta and Jackie Kennedy, but all of us are interconnected on this little Lonely Planet of ours.

Excerpt:
“Most instances of censorship never make the news, never make the television Evening News or the international wire services. Because most censorship often occurs at the level of the mind itself: The writer squashes the work, the thought, the impulse, before it even has a chance to be born. Why? Because he tells himself, “There is no point writing this, no publisher will ever publish it.”

And yet, this writer gave in … wrote it, and published it. For himself, and for you.