Nandini Lal

With rudeness, low cunning and barefaced dishonesty, Trump plays to an idiot’s gallery where climate change, or terror, are just board games

Edouard Louis’s brutalising in his rough, provincial France has a direct connect to its right-wing rage. This is not charmingly evocative, but clinical.

“You can take our official Twitter, but you’ll never take our free time!” In the times of Trump, the only thing that keeps the Wshingtonians going on is gallow humour.

A joyous, clever, black satire references the entire African-American experience to make its point

America’s struggling masses have made this a trickster’s finest hour

Confession: I took a Facebook daily-fix break before writing this. Pl like and share!

Changing standards have condemned Trump the abuser

McEwan’s ventriloquism gives voice to an unborn, modern Hamlet—seething, philosophising and sipping nectar

The celebrated author of Liberty or Death talks about his forthcoming book on Tibet and the authorised biography of V.S. Naipaul that he is currently researching in India.

Shabana Azmi spoke to Nandini Lal on her father -- Kaifi Azmi the poet, the activist, and the man.

CEO, Penguin India , MD, Dorling-Kindersley, and author of the House of Blue Mangoes spoke to Nandini Lal about his book, his life, his work and his so-called critics and rivals.

Kalpana Lajmi's Daman connives with the worst clichés of Indian cinema, belies its noble social message of sexual subjugation and sets feminism back by decades.

Is it time the postmenopausal brigade of moral custodians like Ashaji and Vyjanthimalaji gave way to people like those on the jury of the digital-fest: R.K. Laxman, Shyam Benegal, Vidhu Vinod Chopra, Derek Malcolm and Shekhar Kapoor?