Through the sieve of the self he relentlessly processes the world
—Tehelka. Tarun Tejpal relates bits of the career and history of writer V.S. Naipul. "And with that Sir Vidiadhar said no more. His face became marmoreally still, even as his eyes welled up and began to close. Ever alert, Nadira jumped up and rushed to him, and buried his face in her arms. As she crooned calmingly, the rest of us silently calculated the incalculable price of the writerly life. We also took stock, as one tends to in his presence, of an incredible journey."'
