Ink Scrawl

The great myth about P.G. Wodehouse, until he died at 93 in 1975, was that his characters had only the vaguest connection with reality. Th...

Edward Docx on writing the toughest part of a novel: The Dedication. [. . .] To whom, then? And how do you say it? It’s an almost impossi...

Hitler at the Crossroads: The situation in Germany had come up for discussion in the bar parlour of the Angler's Rest, and it was gen...

On Those who Read Thrillers: The day on which Lawlessness reared it ugly head at Blandings Castle was one of singular beauty. The sun sho...

Some of my fond memories are of reading P. G. Wodehouse on my commute in Mumbai's crowded local trains during my college years. The mi...