I once told Kiriti Sengupta, in an email, “You epitomize the free thinker who respects tradition—a combination rarely seen.”
On my flight to Ottawa for The Writer’s Union of Canada Conference, I took three personal travelling essentials: a notebook, my netbook and a novel to read while airborne. When you are trapped in an enclosed space with strangers for hours and suspended above the clouds, not only do you need to be entertained but your imagination must be so fully engaged that the author owns you while you are turning their pages.
I’ve seen it dog eared and well worn on a bedside night stand, also posing as a harmless paper back on a kitchen table already littered with crayons and assorted coloring books and once peeking out from a handbag carried by a high school girl on summer vacation. Everyone with an internet or television connection has at least heard of the novel Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James and the subsequent trilogy that was its evolution.