This picture by a friend with mutual reading taste brought me back nostalgia in a rush .
I used to love Enid Blyton books think till around 8 to 12 years of age .
Mostly borrowed from friends houses very rarely bought but i read plenty .
I used to live those adventures with the five in the famous five series .
They lived in cold England and me in warm Madras but i did go through their stories as if they were mine .
Enid Blyton the lady author wrote more than 600 childrens books and was one of the seven most popular writers ever .
There were lot of criticisms too on her habit of doing no research but just writing spontaneously
She used to tell "writing to me needs no planning, its there in my underbrain ,all the plots the stories just roll in once i sit to write ."
In a very teeny weeny way I am that sort ,
I hardly think of plots or posts or read them back it just flows and I forget !
Please dont conclude on me of having any airs I just alluded to the way I write .
Later came Biggles ..a first world war pilot John wrote them
this man wrote about first war aeroplanes .
with angled caps the brave pilot Biggles would fly his rattling machines jumping without parachutes and do other such dare devilries .
The cartoon heroes of Mandrake ,phantom,later Archies filled my mind in time with the mushrooming of lending libraries in Madras .
Then I graduated to the wholly yankee sinister plotted James hadley Chase with his description of Bronx burgers and crocodile shoe wearing Sicilian mafia men .
Harold Robbins butted in later when adolescent hormones were bubbling over and the heated bedroom scenes were the first soft porn of our times .
Fredrick forshyths Day of Jackal brought more maturity to asaasins professionalism and thier sniper prowesses .
Those were the days of such films too .
Then came the fat novels of Leon uris like Exodus etc wherien history was melded into fiction
By then I did discover Indian authors and enjoyed many specially Amitav Ghosh and Vikram dutt
Arundhati Roy with her impressionable first book later turned into a secular harlot with dark commie fantasies as her writings and became despicable .
I enjoyed biographies by then and now too do
Though after FB my reading has dwindled a lot
Can I ever end anything on reading without mentioning my most favourite plum affectionately so called by fans of
P.G Wodehouse .
I will read him till i die .
I used to love Enid Blyton books think till around 8 to 12 years of age .
Mostly borrowed from friends houses very rarely bought but i read plenty .
I used to live those adventures with the five in the famous five series .
They lived in cold England and me in warm Madras but i did go through their stories as if they were mine .
Enid Blyton the lady author wrote more than 600 childrens books and was one of the seven most popular writers ever .
There were lot of criticisms too on her habit of doing no research but just writing spontaneously
She used to tell "writing to me needs no planning, its there in my underbrain ,all the plots the stories just roll in once i sit to write ."
In a very teeny weeny way I am that sort ,
I hardly think of plots or posts or read them back it just flows and I forget !
Please dont conclude on me of having any airs I just alluded to the way I write .
Later came Biggles ..a first world war pilot John wrote them
this man wrote about first war aeroplanes .
with angled caps the brave pilot Biggles would fly his rattling machines jumping without parachutes and do other such dare devilries .
The cartoon heroes of Mandrake ,phantom,later Archies filled my mind in time with the mushrooming of lending libraries in Madras .
Then I graduated to the wholly yankee sinister plotted James hadley Chase with his description of Bronx burgers and crocodile shoe wearing Sicilian mafia men .
Harold Robbins butted in later when adolescent hormones were bubbling over and the heated bedroom scenes were the first soft porn of our times .
Fredrick forshyths Day of Jackal brought more maturity to asaasins professionalism and thier sniper prowesses .
Those were the days of such films too .
Then came the fat novels of Leon uris like Exodus etc wherien history was melded into fiction
By then I did discover Indian authors and enjoyed many specially Amitav Ghosh and Vikram dutt
Arundhati Roy with her impressionable first book later turned into a secular harlot with dark commie fantasies as her writings and became despicable .
I enjoyed biographies by then and now too do
Though after FB my reading has dwindled a lot
Can I ever end anything on reading without mentioning my most favourite plum affectionately so called by fans of
P.G Wodehouse .
I will read him till i die .
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