I am not fond of the cold. At all. I live in Dublin, Ireland and it’s a place where your constant companion, even in summer, is a light jacket and not a book. Because you never know when the sun is going to hide behind the clouds and when the breeze is going to start...

When I first read the premise of Joshua Mathew’s “The Last White Hunter” the immediate thought I had was this – I had walked the same streets as Donald Anderson. I couldn’t believe that such a person existed in Bangalore, and that I had probably walked past his house without ever knowing anything about him....

I have always been interested in reading the stories of immigrants. Not the ones that concern unemployment woes or social stigma, which we encounter by and large on a daily basis in the form of news. I do read those as well, of course. But I am more fascinated by the stories of people who...