Two festivals of letters. One Nobel Laureate. A plethora of parties. An avalanche of book releases. Backbiting, backstabbing and (courtesy those parties) backless cholis. No marquee names from abroad, but more diaspora and resident Indian writers in Delhi than ants at a picnic. This was too much, frankly, for your humble columnist to take on alone, so this week, we bring you professional coverage.
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