In high school I was required to read  V.S. Naipaul’sA House for Mr. Biswas“.  To me back then and now, the story of Mr. Biswas was the story of a man who’s goal in life was to create a place and a space for himself. This story stayed at the back of my mind, hiding there for many years. Until, one day I was walking through a bookstore and happened across a copy of “The Mystic Masseur“.

Which I thoroughly enjoyed. Why am I telling you all this? I wanted you to understand why I decided to pick Sir V.S. Naipaul for this Friday’s post.

First of all I had no idea that he’d one the noble prize, or that he was knighted. I had no clue that “The Mystic Masseur” was made into a movie. I only knew that he was an Trinidadian novelist, whom I was compelled to read in high school. To me he was simply V.S. Naipaul, a West Indian Writer I’ve read and enjoyed.