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Alexander Zaitchik writes about the worst book fair that he ever went to (this one at Pondicherry).

The Indian bookshops with English sections generally have dense little pockets of Penguin's "Popular Classics" -- Twain, Tolstoy and Bronte, wrapped in that dull beige jacket -- but the same 20 or so titles pop up in every shop, usually next to the same five books by those lions of the Indian Diaspora, Rushdie and Naipaul.

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