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Sunday, 15 November 2020

Ten books that influenced me

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My last few blog posts were about ten books that influenced me. This post is simply an index to the blog posts about these ten books
  1. Garuda - Amar Chitra Katha
  2. Noddy by Enid Blyton
  3. Guns Germs and Steel by Jared Diamond
  4. The Lexus and the Olive Tree by Thomas Friedman
  5. Sivakaamiyin Sabatham by Kalki
  6. Contributions to the Theory of Natural Selection by Alfred Russel Wallace
  7. Brhat Samhita by Varahamihira
  8. Buddha and the Sahebs by Charles Allen
  9. The Alchemy of Air by Thomas Hager
  10. James Watt - a biography by Andrew Carnegie

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Monday, 9 November 2020

James Watt - 10 - Ten books that influenced me



Not only is this the first book I have read about James Watt, it is the first book I have HEARD OF about James Watt. And who is the author? One of the greatest steel magnates of the nineteenth century, one of the most amazing industrialists, perhaps the richest man of his time

Writing about one of the most transformational people in human history.

And I have never seen any book in a bookshop about either of them, or even any mention. I only stumbled on to this copy as a free version on Amazon Kindle(it is still free for download)

The story of James Watt and his improvement of the steam engine is far more fascinating than the cute legend we hear about Watt watching a kettle boil and being inspired to build a steam engine.

From Archimedes to Aristarchus, Baudhayana to Bodhidharma to Bhaskaracharya, Cai Lun to al Hazen, and Leonardo da Vinci to Isaac Newton, plenty of astoundingly brilliant people throughout history have watched water boil, (legend has it Bodhidharma was the first to boil tea itself)... but none of them invented a steam engine.

I first read in a casual browsing of a book about the history of science that Watt's great invention was the "external condenser", which vastly improved earlier steam engines made by Denis Papin, Thomas Newcomen etc. (That same week I also discovered why Edison was different from the others working on the electric

Carnegie wrote a marvelous biography, worthy of any professional writer. He maybe the best billionaire biographer the world has produced. He does mention the kettle story, but goes into the struggles Watt faced, his discovery of latent heat, a discussion with a friend, Prof Joseph Black, who had very recently discovered latent heat of steam himself, and Watt's marvelous tinkering and experiments and improvements and brilliant insight, which led to the external condenser, and made the steam engine useful and productive; and perhaps the most transformational device the world had seen since the discovery of glass and lenses a few centuries earlier. Far more impactful than the lens, though (not many scientists may agree - they seem to think the telescope deserves that honor).

The book also discusses how much Watt had to be a hands on person, because how hard it was for him to train others to understand his steam engine and operate it, and how sadly England suffered so depressingly from alcoholism, which probably retarded the Industrial revolution for a couple of decades at least.

I first read in a casual browsing of a book about the history of science that Watt's great invention was the "external condenser", which vastly improved earlier steam engines made by Denis Papin, Thomas Newcomen etc. (That same week I also discovered why Edison was different from the others working on the electric bulb, but that's another story).

But the fact that a biography of one of the greatest engineers was written by the richest man in the world; and a century later, the book is practically forgotten; seems astounding to me   - too much Ajivika, too much Wallace. So this is my choice.

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Saturday, 31 October 2020

The Alchemy of Air - 9 - Ten books that influenced me



I picked up this book from the now defunct Landmark bookshop at Spencer’s, along with Darwin’s Armada by Iain McCalman. The latter book was extraordinarily delightful and informative, describing the ocean voyages of four scientists, all biologists. I knew about Darwin and Wallace (my blog is named after Wallace), their co-discovery of Natural Selection, and the great divergence in their fame and fortunes. I also knew a bit about Thomas Huxley, famously called Darwin’s Bulldog. But the book gave very detailed information about their backgrounds, their voyages, adventures, travails, mishaps, discoveries, surprises, collaborations, friendships, mutual admiration, Wallace falling out of favour; absolutely riveting stories of nineteenth century biology, some of which I knew.

Of Fritz Haber and Carl Bosch, the heroes of Thomas Hager’s book, I knew nothing. My friend and high school chemistry teacher Mohan Krishnamurthy, says he spent a month teaching the Haber-Bosch process to his students, but I don’t remember reading it at all in school.

Or ever hearing about it. Anywhere.

I only vaguely knew that NKP, Nitrogen(N) Potassium(K) and Phosphorus(P) are important elements in fertilizers.

Hager’s book was eye opening in every single way. About agriculture, about chemistry, chemical engineering, about Germany, German industry, industrial espionage, guano, South America, the first and second world wars – I learnt so much about everyone of these areas. Along with Guns, Germs and Steel and Sivakamiyin Sabatham, I rank it the most informative in multiple domains that book I have read. A year or so later, I found his other book, The Demon under the Microscope, equally amazing, informative, and brilliantly narrated.

Hager talks about how vital nitrogen is to life – it is an essential element in every protein, in DNA, so in every plant and animal cell. But while Earth’s atmosphere is 80% nitrogen, it is in a form unusable except by a few microbes, or when it is transformed by lightning into usable nitrogen compounds. (This raises questions about evolution about which there are no books or any research that I have come across.)

The book starts with William Crookes’ challenge to the world’s scientists, to solve the Malthusian threat of famine to a growing human population. I was only aware of Norman Borlaug’s Green Revolution. This book made me realize that Haber-Bosch had really given us the first Green revolution of the twentieth century.

The first two chapters survey the state of agriculture and fertilizers, across space and time  - ancient Rome, medieval China, colonial India, the Prairies in America and steppes in Russia. Saltpeter and other nitrogen fertilizer sources, are also raw material for explosives, and hence their critical for military use. The next three chapters discuss mountains of guano in South America, nitrates in the Atacama desert, how they were shipped to European and American farms, and the political and social turmoil in Peru and Chile.

The next section explains, first, Fritz Haber’s discovery of the process of making nitrogen form the atmospheric air. Haber succeeded where much more famous scientists before him failed. The book gives a brief history of the development of the German chemical industry, and companies like BASF. Haber’s success was astounding, but not sufficient. To make fertilizer on an industrial scale, required a vast number of other inventions, financing, investment and Government backing; and this was mostly overseen by Carl Bosch, an expert in metallurgy, who didn’t mind working physically with everything. The complexity and enormous difficulty of translating a laboratory invention to factory production, is superbly illustrated by the challenges that Bosch faced and the solutions he came up with. Hager narrates this in great detail, satisfying and enlightening for the engineer and scientist, not too difficult to understand for the lay reader. As difficult an accomplishment in writing as whatever Bosch accomplished in industrial production. This section is the core of the book and explains the development of the Haber-Bosch process, and its global success in averting famines and providing alternates for guano.

The third section explains the work of Haber in producing chemicals weapons for Germany, for WW1; his marital troubles because of this apparently unseemly activity; the conflict in Europe about whether he should be lauded as a man who fed the world, or a war criminal who produced deadly weapons. Haber, a Jew, converted to Christianity, feeling more German than Jewish. This didn’t help him a decade later, when Hitler rose to power. The book describes the terrible sufferings Germany went through after its defeat in the WW1, humiliation, hyperinflation, economic crash and the rise of Hitler and anti-Semitism. All this was new history to me; the social history is as fascinating as the scientific and technological one. BASF and Bosch came up with processes to make petrol substitutes from coal. Germany had a lot of coal but no oil, and this was vital. The Haber-Bosch process was also vital for German manufacture of ammunitions, especially explosives. The decline and disappointment of Haber and Bosch, the two scientists, as Germany conquered and colonised Europe and then was devastated by Allied Forces, is well narrated in this section. This also explains why these two people are almost unknown to most of the world, in spite of their inventing perhaps the most useful scientific process of the twentieth century.

There are surprising facts scattered around the book. For example, the Romans had a god of manure! India’s Gangetic plains were a major source of the best nitrates, and were exported to Britain both for fertile and ammunitions. This aspect of colonialism was unknown to me. Until reading these books I thought America is most influential country of the twentieth century; but I think Germany was at least equally influential. We see the world through an Anglo-American perspective, because of the dominance of English and Hollywood, and global media in general.

In 2013, I responded to an email within the THT email group about some strange phenomena in Indonesia, with a strange explanation. I replied to the group that the strange phenomenon had a name – the Wallace Line. This instigated Badri Seshadri, who was in the email group, to tell me I should start a blog and write such things there, for public consumption, rather than restrict it to a small group. I had already started the blog in 2012 on the Mayan Long Count date, but I hadn’t made it public. So I wrote about Haber-Bosch, based on Hager’s book, as my first public blog essay. Even Badri and Prof Swaminathan were quite impressed; usually they are the ones impressing other people. And my blog made its way into Badri’s blog honor list – a list of some of the most popular writers and most influential writers in Tamilnadu, all 100x bloggers. Badri wrote about this book in Tamil, in greater detail than I did. I reviewed this book at Gandhi Study center that year; in Tamil; and the small audience of about twenty-five stayed put.

I discovered Vaclav Smil via Hager, and a couple of years later Bill Gates stumbled upon Vaclav Smil too, featuring him often in his blog. Smil is an energy expert, an amazing analyst and opens up new worlds and perspectives also. But he is very technical, which doesn’t seem to suit the general public. But I find his books extraordinary also. For that too, I am doubly thankful for Hager’s book.

Literature essays in my blog

Chemistry essays in my blog

Agriculture essays in my blog

Saturday, 24 October 2020

Buddha and the Sahebs - 8 - Ten books that influenced me


 

I picked up Charles Allen’s The Buddha and the Sahebs at the Eluru Library in Boag Road, Thyagaraya Nagar. It opened up a facet of Indian history that I was almost totally unaware of until then – the European contributions to the rediscovery of India’s past and its enormous role in shaping India’s present and future.

It was as shocking and eye-opening as The Lexus and the OliveTree which made me understand how unaware I was of current affairs, or Sivakamiyin Sabatham, which made me aware of my ignorance of Indian history and Tamil culture. The history I learnt in school, PS Senior Secondary school in Mylapore, was basically half about some aspects of India’s past, and half about British colonialism and India’s independence movement.

A common complaint among Indians nowadays, especially those who take up learning about Indian history in their twenties or later, not from academia but from reading books, tweets, blogs and attending lectures, is that there is too much stress on Guptas and Mughals and almost complete neglect of every other aspect of Indian history. Tamils feel the pang that Cholas and Pandyas are left out, Kannadigas about Hoysalas and Chalukyas, Telugus about Kakatiyas and Satavahanas and so on. Another complaint is that Leftists took over academia, obliterating the noble and glorious accomplishments of not just these dynasties but of poets, scientists, artists, philosophers of that period. While there is some truth to such allegations and angst, reading this made me aware of how widely, deeply, passionately and dispassionately, European scholars, primarily English, and some Indian collaborators had researched vast swathes of India’s buried past; and how much Indians owe an enormous debt to such scholarship. Allen and the geniuses in his book –William Jones, James Prinsep, Alexander Cunningham and others – almost turned me into an Anglophile.

Allen’s book is perhaps the most perfect and scholarly riposte that I have read, to Edward Said’s critique of colonial scholarship – “Orientalism”.

I found Said’s book practically unreadable; Allen’s book is unputdownable.

I later discovered that Allen followed in the footsteps of John Keay, several of whose books I have also enjoyed reading. I think that Indian academics have tossed out the baby of Orientalist scholarship along with the bathwater of European colonial exploitation, at least as far as school textbooks are concerned.

I read this book around 2009 or 2010 I think. I had read some other history books on India before this – Nilakanta Sastri’s History of South India, Abraham Eraly’s Gem in the Lotus (where I first read about Ajivakas), AL Basham’s The Wonder that was India, Jawaharlal Nehru’s Discovery of India, al Beruni’s Indica, Travels of ibn Batuta; and several others I don’t remember.

The Buddha and the Sahebs starts with the discovery, in the late eighteenth century, of several isolated pillars in some major cities lke Delhi and Prayagraj (Allahabad); and remote places like Vaishali, Lauriya Nandangarh and Sanchi in India. Some of them, like that in Ferozeshah Kotla in Delhi and the Allahabad pillar, had inscriptions, not only in Persian in the Arabic script but also others in an archaic Nagari script and a then unknown script which no living Indian could read or recognize. Curious and adventurous Englishmen kept stumbling upon mounds, temples, buried and destroyed monuments, broken idols, abandoned cities, coins, and all kinds of objects, whose existence was a surprise and whose history was a closed book to the most learned Indians of that time. The bureaucrats and scholars brought over from England by the East India Company, to help the businessmen make money, collect taxes and administer society, found endless wonders wherever they looked – if they looked. The formal establishment of a society to study Indian history, geography, culture, literature, law, economy, music, science, medicine, religion etc organized the information they collected across the length and breadth of the land. The very act of organizing, discussing and theorizing produced a wealth of information that astounded eager audiences in Europe, who only had vague notions of what India was from Arabian tales, ancient Greek and Roman travelogues, and the chaotic, disjointed, and sometimes fanciful accounts of sailors and merchants.

The company’s adventurers not only explored India, but also all its surrounding territories – Nepal, Tibet, Burma, Ceylon. The recent field of archaeology was yielding rich treasures in Europe itself, about ancient Rome and Greece; and newly conquered old civilizations like Egypt and Mesopotamia. Some of the Indian pundits who were first skeptical and cautious about the English sahebs, later recognized that some of them were truly curious and eager scholars, and began to both help them and learn all the new fields of knowledge that the European Enlightenment, Renaissance and the  Industrial Revolution had to offer.

Allen explains the travels, discoveries, missteps, surprises, of these Orientalists, who published them under the auspices of the Asiatic Society of Bengal. The tales are as riveting as are their adventures. Their ignorance was sweeping in its scale; what amazed me was how much Indians too were ignorant of their own past, and substituted myth and legend and hearsay for actual history, with no sense of the scale of the eras or the volume and dimension of the events of their past. All of this is presented in school text books in bland and dull prose, as though Indians always knew all this history.

I had a chance to present this exciting story of the rediscovery of India’s past a few times; once at the Indianoil, Patna branch, thanks to a friend, Ganesh, who helped me travel and enjoy several places in Bihar. A second time for INTACH, at the New College in Royapettah, Chennai. And afterwards for THT and Ethiraj college.

The first reading of The Buddha and the Sahebs effected a substantial transformation in my understanding of history. And of the political social and cultural motives that inspired people and institutions to ignore and obfuscate it.

Literature essays in my blog

History essays in my blog

The Asiatic Society of Bengal and the Discovery of India's past


Tuesday, 20 October 2020

Brhat Samhita - 7 - Ten books that influenced me


I stumbled upon Indian astronomy. And Varahamihira.

In 2004, I attended a series of weekend talks conducted by Dr Devadoss, an astronomer of Chennai, at the Birla Planetarium, Kotturpuram. It was about astronomy in general, but he mentioned the twenty seven stars in the Indian almanac and enumerated their English and Latin names. For the first time, the idea that India had a long and hoary history in astronomy that I was completely unaware of, struck me. But I didn't pursue it then.

At a series of talks by Dr Chitra Madhavan, on Indian history, at the Musiri house, I encountered Prof Swaminathan, who later gave a series of talks on the Oral Traditions of Sanskrit. This was a eye-opening, mind blowing, paradigm altering experience, as profound and as transformative as reading Sivakamiyin Sabatham or visiting Ellora.

Later I came to know that Prof Swaminathan and others were conducting a series of talks under the banner of Tamil Heritage Trust. He invited me to participate in a discussion about what other programs we could conduct. While others suggested Indian art, sculpture, painting, with such themes as Ajanta, Hampi, Tanjavur etc. I suggested Indian science, particularly astronomy.

"Wonderful", said Prof Swaminathan. "You give a talk on Indian astronomy". And he gave me a book titled Facets of Indian Astronomy by KV Sarma. Around this time, the mathematician and polymath N Balasubramanian (known to aficionados of tamil fiction as short story writer Nagupoliyan) announced he would start teaching Sanskrit. He had also attended Swaminathan's Oral Traditions lecture series at Badri Seshadri's invitation.

My father got suddenly ill and died around that time, on October 5, 2010. My astronomy lecture was scheduled for November 2010.

Preparing for the talk on Indian astronomy helped occupy my mind. Eerily, my father himself had to go to court regularly following my mother's death in 1981, and I suspect work helped abate the grief. For me also, preparing for this lecture, was a way to help dull the grief of my father's passing.

I searched for and stumbled upon several websites about the astronomy and mathematics of other ancient cultures during this time. My plan was to have a ten minute preamble about the Astronomy of Ancient cultures but I learnt a ton of stuff. Prof Swaminathan suggested that I turn it into two lectures, the first on ancient astronomy of other civilizations; the second on Indian astronomy. Which I did.

My first talk on Astronomy of Ancient Cultures went fine, if somewhat long, to a limited but attentive audience, with Deepavali fireworks exploding all around us. The second talk was postponed twice, to February, to accommodate Kathie Brobeck and Blake Wentworth, American speakers who were visiting India at that time.

In the meanwhile, my friend VSS Iyer gave me the soft copies (PDF files) of translations of ancient Sanskrit texts including Aryabhata's Aryabhatiyam, VarahaMihira's Brhat Samhita and Pancha Siddhantika, Bhaskara's Siddhanta Sironmani; and Surya Siddhanta. The Sanskrit classes of Balu sir were going along, and I visited the KV Sarma Library a couple of times with him. Balu sir, as a Sanskrit scholar and mathematician, had a deep interest in and knowledge of mathematics and astronomy in Sanskrit. He also personally knew KV Sarma and had interacted with him over the decades. He was well known among the Sanskrit/mathematics circle, especially by Dr Mamata Dash and Dr Sinirudhdha Dash, who were shishyas of KV Sarma, and then and now run the KV Sarma library and foundation.

And so I had a little more time to read the Sanskrit books and their translations at leisure. The mathematics and astronomy were in Aryabhata were delightful, if cryptic and confounding even for Balu sir. But the polymath Varahamihira is the one who struck a chord.

Especially his mangum opus Brhat Samhita. 

This was more about astrology than astronomy; but it really seemed to be about everything that Varahamihira could see or feel, on earth, not just in the sky. There were chapters on various planets. 

No surprise, right? But also a chapter on Comets. Oddly, no other classical Indian astronomer discussed them. A chapter on planetary conjunctions. Rain. The star Canopus (Agastya). The consellation Ursa Major (Sapta Rishi).

Then it got freaky. A chapter on Diamonds, pearls, rubies. Chapters on Cots; Seats; umbrellas. Perfumes. Pimples. Temples.

Cows, dogs, turles, horses, elephants. Rainbows, dust storms, thunderbolts. Commodities and their prices.

Who else in the world could discuss pimples, temples, thunderbolts and planetary conjunctions in one single book?!? Not even Isaac Asimov. No wonder al-Beruni was flummoxed by Varahamihira, in a way no other he was not by any other Indian jyotisha.

The chapter on Agastya is the one that pulled me in hook line and sinker. Ten beautiful poems, extolling and adoring Agastya in marvelous metaphors and imagery, not distinguishing between the rishi and the star.

The crowning touch was a chapter whose English title is "On the praise of Women" (Stree prashamsa). It may drive any modern feminist into a wordless fury, and probably drove Vatsyayana to jealous sighs. One suspects that Chidambaram Iyer, the translator was very tentative in the translation of this chapter, especially the last shloka about the actions of Shiva, when the apsara Tilottamma came to worship Shiva and Parvati.

Another interesting aspect was his eclipse proof, in a chapter titled Rahu-chaara, which I have explained in this essay. 

While the astronomy and mathematics in other Sanskrit books enthrall and delight with me their knowledge of and explanation of science and mathematics, it is the polymath spirit of Varahamihira and his unabashed delight in life and exposition as a rasika in Brihat Samhita, that captured my heart. And taught me, along with Richard Feynman and Alfred Russel Wallace, not to look at science drily and in detachment, but with delight and pleasure.

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Sunday, 11 October 2020

Contributions to the Theory of Natural Selection - 6 - Ten books that influenced me

 


For almost  every biologist, Charles Darwin is the supreme scientist, the pitamaha of the field. Alfred Russel Wallace is almost always mentioned as an afterthought, the also ran. And invariably only as someone who also discovered Natural Selection. The story is more complex and I have written elsewhere about him.

Wallace not only lived longer, explored more places and animals, observed uniquely, imagine wider and wrote better. Not only did he write better than Darwin, he wrote better than almost any other scientist in any other field. And he wrote so well and so lucidly, unabashed in his firmness of thought and felicity of expression.

This collection of essays is one such wonderful example. I found it in the Anna Centennial Library, started reading an essay or two, and was struck with wonder. I didnt know whether to marvel at the English, at the flow of thought, the breadth and depth of observations and inferences, their significance to biology, or how almost nothing I had read in scientific literature is so simple or elegant.

After reading this I started reading other original sources in English. I discovered that JBS Haldane, Thomas Huxley, Stephen Jay Gould, Nick Lane and Matt Ridley are other authors who I could read and understand at first go. Strangely the other books and essays of Wallace are not so easy to come by. No bookstore stocks them, only some are in Amazon. I particularly took a liking to his essay titled the Philosophy of the Birds' Nests; even the topic should astonish and provoke curiosity.

The obscurity of Wallace and his neglect by the scientific community were governed primarily by atheists, and to some extent Marxists, capturing scientific laboratories, journals, academia, media, entertainment etc. Religion has been more successfully attacked, mocked and derided in the twentieth century than in all previous centuries combined. Wallace's experiments with spirituality, and his speculation that the unique evolution of the Human race could not have come along by natural selection alone, were an existential threat to the atheistic dogma that governs science nowadays. But that is a pity, because he was truly a marvelous writer.

I hope you read and enjoy this book.

Alfred Russel Wallace - my essay in the Indian Express series 

சொர்கத்தின் பறவைகள் (my Tamil essay on Wallace)

Literature essays in my blog


Sunday, 4 October 2020

Sivakamyin Sabatham 5 - Ten books that influenced me


Until this one, I listed English books. Sivakamiyin Sabatham was the perhaps the most influential Tamil book that I have ever read. Even more so than, Ponniyin Selvan, also written by Kalki. The latter is rated a far better books by most avid fans of Kalki, especially so by avid fans of Tamil historical novels. 

Until 1999, I used to think of India as a language of great literature and religion, but not of science and technology. This book totally changed my mind. So did some other books I read after I returned to India, and lectures I attended on various aspects of Indian culture, tradition, technology, thought, music. Almost all of these were missing from my school and college education. This transformed my concept of the world, of India, of education, of culture, and so many other things.

I also had a low opinion of monarchy and a high regard for democracy, until I read this book. One of the three heroes of this book, Mahendra Varma Pallava, was an extraordinary king, a polymath, a VichitraChitta. The Phantom and Tintin and Sherlock Holmes and such fictional heroes excited me in my childhood. Mahendra Varma and Alfred Russel Wallace and Brahmagupta and such others excited me in the last couple of decades.

This book also made me understand why India and other cultures had kings, advisors, sabhas, royally commissioned art and literature, and so on. Kalki in this story captured the spirit of the era in a way, not even a library of history books could do.

It is hard to state in a few paragraphs how much I learnt from this book, how much it inspired me to things in front of my eyes that I hadn't even noticed, how ignorant I had been of my own culture and language and art and science, how much it motivated me to reexamine all of these. I was fortunate to know enough Tamil to read and enjoy it. No other novel except Ponniyin Selvan has been as delightful a read in Tamil either. Kalki, the author, combined in his Tamil idiom and style, the humour of Wodehouse, the historical flourish of Walter Scott, the adventure of Alistair Maclean and Robert Louis Stevenson, the poetic feeling evoked by Wordsworth and Byron and the Brownings, and an emotional connection to art which no English writer I had read ever evoked about western art.

There is an English translation of this book by Pavithra Srinivasan, for those who cannot read Tamil. Venkatesh Ramakrishnan wrote a sequel in Tamil to Sivakamiyin Sabatham, titled Kanchi Taaragai.

Tamil essay on Sivakamiyin Sabatham

My essays on Literature

Saturday, 26 September 2020

The Lexus and the Olive Tree - 4 - Ten books that influenced me



I bought and read this book in 1999. I was stunned. It related a set of major and historical events in the 1980s and 1990s of which I was unaware, either totally, or tangentially. I was an avid reader of newspapers and a somewhat less avid consumer of television news : or so I thought.

Apparently I was reading the wrong news : mostly politics, sports, entertainment or science. Business, economics, finance etc didn't excite me in those days. It is just making money, I thought, simple arithmetic, accounting etc. What could possibly be complicated about it? 

This book, and The Worldly Philosophers by Robert Heilbroner, which my cousin Deepa recommended, transformed my thinking on these subjects. (Or at least, made me aware that I was utterly ignorant of these matters, and was ignorant of my ignorance). I have since realized that almost every educated person suffers from this prejudice and ignorance - they don't think economics or finance is complex enough to read books about.

The Lexus and the Olive Tree is held in utter contempt by almost everyone who was educated in finance, economics or business, or involved in these fields professionally. It probably outsold all books written by experts in those fields COMBINED, the year it came out. Few of those experts can write for the general public. It is like complaining that Justin Bieber outsold Beethoven or that a railway timetable is not as sophisticated as the Theory of Relativity.

But for someone ignorant of the stock market, currency rates, the impact of the internet, of television, the sharp economic divide between capitalist and communist countries, the subtle variations between the philosophies of France and Italy or Boston and San Francisco or Indonesia and Bangladesh - in fact, the vast majority of the general public, Friedman's book was an excellent, brilliant, pacy, readable, eyeopener.

The book captured the difference between 

  • those who adopted cutting edge technology and those who didn't
  • the transition from the world of the Cold War to one of globalization
  • the power of markets of various kinds
  • the stunning effect of new kinds of securitization
  • the limits of diplomacy
  • the futility of some wars and a general cluelessness about different cultures

Very few people in the 1990s other than the foreign affairs correspondent of one the world's richest media organizations, could experience these, let alone understand or explain them.

Since then I have learnt some degree of economics and economic history from other books, but this one was a path breaker, a delightful read, and an eye opener.

What is "news?"

My essays on Economics

My essays on Literature

Sunday, 20 September 2020

Guns Germs and Steel - 3 - Ten books that influenced me



I bought this book in 1999, based on Bill Gates' incredibly concise and informative review, and ironically finished it between jobs.

This book changed my perspective on history, and provoked a curiosity for understanding linguistics, history, prehistory, agriculture, the evolution of technology, the cultures of tribes, etc. all of which have still not abated. Criticism that the book is very repetitive is not justified in my opinion, because Diamond packs so much information into it.

The book is an answer to a question by a Yali, an aboriginal native of Papua New Guinea, as to why different cultures and countries are so unequal, if there are no basic biological differences between the races. Jared Diamond's hypothesis is that it is geography, nor race, that determined the fates of human societies. He distinguishes between proximate causes (like steel weapons, immunity to diseases, organized armies) and ultimate causes (like domesticable plants and animals, coastlines, topography) which led to the undeniable differences among cultures or nations.

He lays out the situation on various continents - not just the prehistory of Mankind, but that of the flora and fauna on various continents, in the first chapter. Not just the major clashes - Europe versus Inca - but even the minor but illuminating ones - Maori versus Moriori - are discussed, with telling effect.

Then Diamond develops his thesis in the next six chapters, quite elaborately. His last five chapters, a tour de force of Africa, China, Polynesia etc are marvelous summations of their histories, and the forces that shaped them. I suggest searching for and reading Bill Gates' review to get a grasp on this book. And strongly recommend this book.

Tamil summary / preview of this book

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Sunday, 13 September 2020

Noddy - 2 - Ten books that influenced me



Garuda was the first comic book I read. Noddy is the first book I read, (or remember reading), that was not a comic book and not a school book. I first read it in the sixth class at PS Senior Secondary school. We had a library period, where a bunch of books were brought from the school library and kept on the teacher's desk; each student would go up and pick up a book, in alphabetical order as per attendance register. My name starting with G, I was seventh or eighth.

I happened to pick a Noddy one week, and loved the story and the illustrations so much, and the characters, and his little adventures, that every subsequent week I picked a Noddy story I hadn't read earlier. There were about forty of these Noddy books, and I remembered and loved each one. Today I dont remember a single Noddy story, but I remember how much I loved Noddy that year. There are much younger kids today who read much more complex and sophisticated books at those younger age, so I was perhaps immature for that age. Some of my classmates would discuss somebody called William (schoolboy stories by Richmal Crompton). These William stories were ten times as long, and I realized my level was Noddy, or comic books and I was quite happy. Sometimes I would bring the Noddy I took home the very next day, so I could exchange with some other student's Noddy book.

School was a sideshow to my Noddy reading life and career.

After a couple of months, some of my classmates got ticked off at my Noddy obsession. Some student suggested that alphabetical order should be reveresed, because the same students were getting the first picks every week. The teacher agreed. One guy yelled out "Let us all pick Noddy books so Gopu doesnt get one." I dont remember who it was but quite a few others laughed, evilly... more evil than Voldemort or PS Veerappa. It was a conspiracy. I would be denied my daily bread, my Tasmac bottle, my voters biriyani, my Art 19(1)sub a-c, my oxygen, my Facebook  ID, my... you get the idea. I waited in Abu Ghraib bench at this Dotheboys hall of a school, while the Noddy monopolizers cruelly snatched one desirable book after another.... until it was my turn... and stoically, like Socrates and Veerapandia Kattabomman, I walked up to the teacher's desk, my head held high, my eyes bravely fighting tears... only to find several Noddys still left. I smiled like the Man with No Name, like Virendra Sehwag facing the first ball, like Tripurantaka when he lifted his bow, like Uncle Fred in the springtime...and picked up one of the unread Noddys and walked backed to my desk not even glancing at Darth Noddymort.

By that year I had finished almost all the Noddys, and I doubt that Enid Blyton was about to write any new ones, so aftera couple of weeks of Noddy revisions, I moved on to other longer books by Enid Blyton, the greatest children's book writer in the history of the universe. The Five Find Outers. The Famous Five. Mallory Towers and other school books. I felt very jealous of England and English kids and their marvelous schools - I mean they had delicious things like marmalade and scones, while all we poor Indians had was paruppusili and vattal kuzhambu and poori kizhangu and such mundane stuff.....I suppose I was jealous until the age of thirty when I first tried marmalade, and never complained about Indian food ever again. 

Noddy and Enid Blyton, were my alternates to the comic books that was really my ardent passion. Less visual, more imaginative, less spectacular, more relatable, longer, and longer, and developing my vocabulary better than all the unbelievably dull Tamil stories I was exposed to.....

In the eighth standard, I read the William stories of Richamal Crompton..and loved them too. And also stumbled upon a series called Alfted Hitchcock and the Three Investigators, first written by Robert Arthur, and then by other authors, fantastic adventure stories set in sunny California...not just adventures, mysteries, too. Solved by my first favorite detective Jupiter Jones, a schoolboy like me. 

Because I was reading much longer books than Noddy now, I also accidentally read a book called The Gold Bat, a schoolboy adventure written by an author with a really weird name- Pelham Grenvile Wodehouse. And one of the short stories in my class text was called the Blue Carbuncle, and featured an older more famous detective than Jupiter Jones...

But my reading really started with Noddy.

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Monday, 31 August 2020

Garuda - 1 - Ten books that influenced me

Recently, two friends tagged me in Facebook, asking me to list ten books that are favorites. I chose to list ten books that influenced me quite a bit. In some cases they just happened to be books I read at a particular age. Hence, very influential; life changing perhaps. These are not necessarily the ten best books I have read or ten favorites, or ten I recommend to anyone. Just ten books that were landmarks in some way. A vast number of them are recent. It is quite possible, that I would have chosen ten different books ten years ago, and ten different books ten years from now. 

The Facebook list were in no particular order. This list on my blog is chronological - from the first book I remember to the most recent book I read.

Anyway; here they are. 



Garuda was the first comic book I read. I had visited my uncle and aunt in Pune for the summer vacation, and I was boarding the return train from Pune to Madras, for a looong journey. I was to be accompanied by my uncle's friends. But they were strangers to me, I wasnt sure how the nearly one and half day travel would go.

I must have looked or browsed at one of the comic books at a book stall on the platform, and my uncle Narasimhan (we always called him Babu periappa) bought me the Amar Chithra Katha comic - Garuda.

It was the first comic book I ever read. Until then I only knew of Garuda as the vaahana of Vishnu - from grandmothers' tales. I didnt know he was a hero on his own terms and a mighty one at that. I didnt even know he had a story.

And what a story it was!

I was riveted. Enchanted. Mesmerized. I must have read that comic book fifteen times on that trip. Kashyapa and Vinita came alive; the deception that led to his mother's enslavement, Garuda's outrage when he understood the backstory, his attempt to win back freedom for his mother more than himself, his attempt to retrieve Amrita, casual defeat of Indra's defenses and his hyperbolic listing of his own strength to an astounded Indra, all made a deep impression. The counter trick he plays on Nagas felt unfair, but on the whole seemed fitting karma for their own deception in the first place. His encounter with Vishnu, and the lesson he learns in humility sank in a lot later.

After that I read quite a few Amar Chitra Kathas (my father never bought me any comic book, unlike my uncle - he deemed it "bad for my studies"). A long and abiding passion for comic books was kindled by reading Garuda. ACK taught me a lot of Hindu mythology I would never have encountered otherwise, as grandmothers tales became fewer and fewer even in Mylapore. My mother told me some socialist stories, of farm worker duped or exploited by zamindars. Even though she was devoutly religious, I dont remember her telling me any puranic or mythological stories.

Amar Chitra Katha soon led to Indrajal Comics, the banner under with the stories of the Phantom, and Mandrake the Magician were published by Bennett Coleman. For the next three years, I would borrow a friend's comic book, About a year or two later, I joined a larger school where we could comic books in our school library. By seventh standard I had discovered Tintin and later Asterix, and shortly after that Superman and Batman, published by DC Comics. Then came Archie, Richie Rich, and the universe of comics around these characters. As delighted as I was by the ACK stories, the imagination, plotting, science, humor, ingenuity, art, future vision, ethics, and some of the detective skills displayed by Tintin or Batman never ceased to amaze me. All the great stories of India seemed to be in the long distant past, while America and the west were churning out absolute marvels of imagination, narration, and art.

My father rewarded me with a year's subscription of Indrajal comics, in eighth or ninth standard, as reward for coming first in class in mathematics. The year's subscription was Rs.64 (buying a year's books in stores would have cost Rs.96). 

Indrajal, DC, Archie etc were stocked in local lending libraries (there was a famous Eswari library in Gopalapuram). Asterix and Tintin were rare finds - until one day, I got a rich friend who had the entire collection of both!

This was a stage in my life when my only other interest was cricket and street sports - I didn't like films, and never watched them until the tenth standard. I got a reputation as a good, studious boy among the elders, and a comic-book dork among kids my age. But that didn't bother me. I loved the comic books. I still read them. In the last few years of course, I have diversified my reading.

But my life long reading habit started with Garuda.

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My mother Pushpa, aunt Alamelu, uncle Narasimhan - in 1980.
This uncle bought me Garuda


Saturday, 23 March 2019

Manohar Devadoss - A Little Adventure with Books


Manohar Devadoss' book Green Well Years, may perhaps be my only impulse purchase of a book, by an author who was at that point unknown to me. I barely read two pages, flipped through a few more and bought it with no further hesitation. And totally loved it. I have scanned and flipped books by other authors, like Arthur Conan Doyle, Jules Verne, Rabindranath Tagore, Adam Smith, Alfred Russel Wallace, Jared Diamond, JK Rowling, Oscar Wilde, and many more, and put them back, sometimes to buy them later. Sometimes not.

He spoke today (February 10, 2018) at MLS, with afffection, grace, humor and passion about his love affair with books and more. What a magical hour it was. He was introduced by KRA Narasiah and thanked by S Muthiah. What could be more fitting than two doyens of Madras history, whose books proudly feature Manohar Devadoss' art. These are my notes from his lecture.

S Muthiah (right) thanks Manohar Devadoss(left), after the talk

---Manohar Devadoss speech------

I learnt of kangaroos in the first book I read. That a mother kangaroo had a pouch, and its baby would jump in and out as it pleased. Another described Humphrey Davy's invention, the mining lamp. Hodgson used it and  bravely went into a mine. If the Davy design were wrong, the mine would have blown up. But it didn't. It's safety spread like wildfire (what an ironic metaphor). 

Another book was about the Flying Scotchman, the fastest train at that time.

I tried to see more with my mind.  My Father's medical books had lovely color pictures. Some pictures of babies being born. I read it at an age, when I didn't know how babies were made.

In eighth standard,  I saw a painting of an  artist inspired by a muse. My mother explained who a Muse was.

When I was in the tenth standard, I saw a Painting of Venus clothed scantily, a nineteenth century painting featuring a famous actress. I made a pencil sketch. My father said I got the anatomy right.
Next was a painting of the sculpture of Michaelangelo's David, just before battle with Goliath.

I finished BSc at American College in Madurai 1956. I avoided moral classes at college and spent it usefully in the library. I drew the magnificent College chapel of American College. This was the beginning of my career as a heritage building artist.

I wanted to just finish PhD and become a professor. But I went to  work in a company as chemist making electric lamps for miners, which were replacing Davy lamps.

I paid fifty rupees for lifetime membership in college library, fully reimbursed by the company. The Company sent me to England and also on holiday to London, Paris and Rome, which was unheard of in those days. And my value in marriage market went up because I was foreign returned.

I met Mahima in 1963. She was brilliant student at Stella Maris College in Madras. I had just read Exodus by Leon Uris.

I sang to Mahima, Take my Hand, and she did after a little hesitation. Thank you, Leon Uris.

We exchanged a lot of books. We saw the film ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’. It has a scene where a child clutches a teddy bear. I asked her if she ever had a teddy bear as child and went to sleep clutching it, she replied, “No, but in a few days Ill do so with a big teddy bear”. Which inspired me to sketch a large teddy bear and a doll. You can see the eagerness in the teddy bear's eyes.

I drew sketch cards of the Buckingham canal. I sold them at a low price. This was a change, my art was selling.

One day I saw a skeleton in a book and I told Mahima, the skeleton looks familiar. “Don't be ridiculous,” retorted Mahima. Looks like skeleton of Michaelangelo's David, I remarked.

We went to Oberlin College, in Ohio, USA, which opened in 1833 with no discrimination against women or blacks. They were quite interested in and studied Asia also. We spent happy times there.

We had lovely plans and dreams for our life together in Madurai, but fate intervened. We had a car accident. Mahima was thrown out of our car, lost all her limbs, and became a quadriplegic. I  borrowed books and studied all anatomy books. I learnt a lot about how quadriplegics live, what they go through. They invariably suffered bedsores, but the pictures in anatomy books couldn't convey the smell. I made sure that she never got a bedsore during her thirty five years she lived as such.

Mahima kept up a good spirit. She wouldn't let her handicap defeat her spirits. She decided to dictate and thus write a book. She compiled simple stories into a book that was published as a supplementary reader for schools.

But Destiny tested us again, I got retinitis pigmentosa. This is a disease with a beautiful sounding name, but it caused a terrible degeneration of the eye.  Around this time, I had an art exhibition sponsored by Goethe Institute.

I started going blind in my left eye. Perhaps I couldn't continue art. So I started dictating an autobiographical story, Green Well Years. I decided to add sketches to the book, when I found the cataract wouldn't totally make me blind. I was also spending long hours at the factory, taking care of Mahima, and raising our daughter Sujata. Mahima read book after book for hours together, while I did ink drawing. My ink drawing of Spencer's store in Madurai was used by Muthiah, in his book on Spencer's.

Setbacks made us do more and better. I told my monster retinitis, you made me an author, when I was only an artist. I gave the entire royalty to my school. Several lifelong friendships formed including Aravind Eye Hospital. I wrote two more books.... A Poem to Courage, a sequel to Green Well Years. 
A subsequent book Multiple Facets of Madurai, is now in its seventh edition.

A group of girls from Church Park Convent, a school in Madras, came to visit me because my chapter was in their school lesson. The Tamil translation of Green Well Years published as En Madurai NinaivugaL என் மதுரை நினைவுகள்.

Mahima passed away a few years back. But I kept busy with a book on a caterpillars. I also continued to sketch heritage buildings. Sujatha Shankar, an eminent Madras architect, considers my perspective drawings the best. She asked that I come up with a book on Madras monuments, she is writing the text.

I also did a lot of watercolors including butterflies. I drew a large teddy bear with a butterfly sitting on its shoulder, in memory of Mahima. Angels would be taking lessons from Mahima, said Rev. Gallop in condolence letter.

---End of Manohar Devadoss speech------

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Tuesday, 12 June 2018

சென்னை நகரத்து நூலகங்கள்



தீவுத்திடலில் ஜூன் 2016 நடந்த சென்னை புத்தக கண்காட்சியில் சென்னை நகரத்து நூலகங்கள் என்ற தலைப்பில் உரையாற்ற நண்பர்கள் பிரதீப் சக்கரவர்த்தியும் பிரியா தியாகராசனும் பபாசி நிறுவனத்தின் சார்பில் கேட்டனர். மகிழ்ந்தே ஒப்புக்கொண்டேன். ஒரு சில நூலகங்களுக்கு சென்று, அங்குள்ள அலுவலர்களோடு பேசி, சில தகவல்களை சேகரித்தேன். 

சிறு வயதிலேயே கன்னிமாரா நூலகத்திற்கு என் தாய் புஷ்பாவுடன் சென்றுள்ளேன். அம்மா எத்திராஜ் கல்லூரியில் எம்.ஃபில். பொருளியல் படித்துவந்தாள். சில சனிஞாயிறு அன்று கன்னிமாரா செல்லும்போது என்னையும் அழைத்துச்செல்வாள்.

கன்னிமாரா நூலக புதிய கட்டத்தில்
கன்னிமாரா நூலக பழைய கட்டத்தில்

மதறாஸ் இலக்கிய சங்க நூலகம்

 அக்காலத்தில் தமிழ் படிக்கும் ஆர்வமேதும் இல்லை. குமுதம் கல்கி ஆனந்தவிகடன் பத்திரிகைகளில் வரும் துணுக்கு ஓவியங்களை (கார்ட்டூன்) மட்டும் படித்து ரசிப்பேன். எப்பொழுதாவது பாக்கியம் ராமசாமியின் அப்புசாமி கதைகளை வாசித்து காட்டுவாள்; ரசகுண்டு பேரை கேட்டாலே சிரிப்பு வரும். எனக்கு ஒன்பது வயதிருக்கும். ஆங்கிலத்தில் படிப்பதிலும் ஆர்வமில்லை. ஆனால் சென்னையிலிருந்து புனே செல்லும் ரயிலில், பொழுது போக்க யாரோ கருடன் எனும் அமர் சித்ர கதா ஓவியக்கதையை (காமிக் புத்தகம்) வாங்கி கொடுக்க, காமிக்புக் மோகம் பிறந்தது. ஆங்கிலம் மட்டுமே. முப்பது வயது வரை தமிழில் ஆர்வம் வரவில்லை.

சிறுவயதில் தந்தையுடன் ஓரிரு முறை மயிலை ரணாடே நூலகத்திற்கு சென்றுள்ளேன் – ஏதோ ஒரிரு மாலை வேளை ஏதாவது சில மாதாந்திர பத்திரிகை அல்ல செய்தித்தாளை படிக்க போவார். அதன் வாசலில் நிற்கும் நடமாடும் தபால்வண்டியை (சிவப்பு வேன்) ஒரு முறை அவர் காட்டினார். வாய்பிளந்தேன்.

கடந்த சில வருடங்களாய் கோட்டூர்புரம் அண்ணா நூற்றாண்டு நினைவு நூலகத்திலும் அடையாறு கே.வி.சர்மா நூலக்த்திலும் பற்பல நாட்கள் நாலைந்து மணிநேரம் படிக்கும் இன்பத்தில் மூழ்கியுள்ளேன். உவேசா நூலகத்திற்கு நரசையா அழைத்து சென்று தமிழ் தாத்தாவின் கையெழுத்தும் சன்னதும் ஓலைச்சுவடிகளையும் ரவீந்திரநாத் தாகூர் எழுதிய வாழ்த்தையும் பார்த்தது மறக்க முடியாத திருநாள். அங்கு நண்பர் உத்திராடம் பணியாற்றி வருகிறார்; அவரைக் கண்டதும் ஒரு இன்ப அதிர்ச்சி. அவர் சென்னை கிறுத்துவ கல்லூரி பேராசிரியர் பாலுசாமியின் மாணவர்; பல முறை பேசி பழகியுள்ளோம். உவேசா நூலகத்தை பற்றிய பல தகவல்களை அளித்ததுடன், தே.சிவகணேஷ், ஐ.சிவகுமார் எழுதிய “சென்னை நூலகங்கள்” என்ற புத்தகத்தையும் காட்டினார். கைத்தல நிறைகனி! எல்லா நூலகத்திலும் வாசலிலே வரவேற்கும் மாவிலைத் தோரணம் போல இந்நூலை காட்சி வைக்கலாம்.

இருளில் ஒலித்த குரல்

ஒளிமயமான பிரதீப் உரை

நண்பர்கள் ராம்கி, சேவாலயா முரளிதரன், காந்தி நிலையம் அண்ணாமலை ஆகியோர் அறிவுருத்தி சைதை காந்தி நூலகம் பற்றி அறிந்தேன். அதன் நிறுவனர் மகாலிங்கத்தின் மகன் நித்தியானந்தரை பலமுறை டக்கர் பாப்பா காந்தி நிலையத்தில் புதன்கிழமை நூலாய்வுகளில் சந்தித்துள்ளேன். மகாலிங்கம் ஆச்சரியமானவர். கல்கி, ராஜாஜி, மாபொசி, ராஜம் ராமசாமி, கண்ணதாசன், பரளி சு நெல்லியப்பர் என்ற பல ஜாம்பவான்கள் தன் நூலகத்திற்கு வந்த வரலாற்று சம்பவங்களை பேசி நெகிழ வைத்தார். 

அதே போல் திருவல்லிக்கேணி கஸ்தூரி ஸ்ரீநிவாசன் நூலகத்து நிறுவனர்கள் நரசிம்மன்னும் பார்த்தசாரதியும் அன்பாக பேசியதோடு, இதே ஜாம்பவான்கள் தங்கள் நூலகத்துக்கு வந்ததை சொல்லி அசரவைத்தனர். எம்.எஸ்.விசுவனாதனுக்கு “மெல்லிசை மன்னர்” என்ற பட்டத்தை அளித்ததே இவர்களது திருவல்லிக்கேணி கலாச்சார மன்றமே என்று தெரிந்ததும், நூலகத்தில் புத்தகத்தை தாண்டி எத்தனை அதிசயங்கள் உள்ளன என்பதை புரியவைத்தது.

அந்நாளில் சேப்பாக்கத்தில் சென்னை பல்கலைக்கழக வளாகத்தில் இயங்கிய அரசு கீழ்திசை சுவடி நூலகத்திற்கு சென்றபோது, அதன் இயக்குனர் சந்திரமோகன் அவர்களே பொறுத்து பல தகவல்களை அளித்தார். இந்த சுவடி நூலகம் சமீபத்தில் கோட்டூர்புரம் அண்ணா நூலகத்திற்கு இடம் மாறியுள்ளது. வரலாற்று புகழோடு அரிதான களஞ்சியமாக திகழும் நூலகம் என்பதால், ஓலைச்சுவடிகளையும் அவற்றின் பாதுகாப்பு முறைகளையும் படமெடுத்துக்கொள்ளலாமா என்று அனுமதி கேட்டேன். மறுத்துவிட்டார். ஆனால் தன்னுடைய கணினியில் வைத்திருந்த படங்களை படமெடுக்க அனுமதித்தார். அடுத்த நாள் அடையாறு நூலகமும் இதைப்போல் அனுமதி மறுத்தது. பின்னாளில் அடையாறு நதி வரலாற்று தேடலின் போது நண்பர் வெங்கடேஷ் ராமகிருஷ்ணன் அனுமதி பெற்று, அடையாறு நூலகத்து அரிய நூல்களையும் பார்க்கும் வாய்ப்பு கிடைத்தது. முகமதிய நூலகத்தின் மேலாளரை பார்த்து தகவல்கள் பெற்றுக்கொள்ள நண்பர் கோம்பை அன்வர் அறிவுருத்தினார். மூன்று முறை சென்றும் அவரை சந்திக்க முடியவில்லை. மயிலை ராமகிருஷ்ண மடத்து நூலகத்திலும் மேலாளர் சென்ற போது இல்லை, அவர் அனுமதியின்றி ஒன்றும் செய்ய முடியவில்லை, படம் கூட எடுக்கவில்லை.

ஒரு மணி நேர உரைக்கு தயாரான பின் நாற்பது நிமிடமாக சுருங்கியது. கொஞ்சம் வேகவேகமாக பேசினேன். 1950களோடு நிறுத்திக்கொள்ளும் நிலமை, சில நூலகங்களை பற்றி பேச இயலவில்லை. இணையமே இன்று அனைவருக்கும் நூலகமாயினும், காகித புத்தக நூலகங்கள் வழக்கொழியவில்லை.

காணொளி பதிவாகவில்லை என்பதால் ஒலிப்பதிவுடன் படங்களை சேர்த்து காணொளியை நான் படைத்து இணையத்தில் ஏற்றியுள்ளேன். கீழே காணலாம்.

வத்தல்குழம்பு சம்பவம், சின்ன மழையில் தவித்தாலும் பெருவெள்ளத்தில் தப்பித்த நூலகம், ஆங்கிலேய உவேசா என்று அழைக்க தகுந்தவர் யார், எகிப்து மன்னர் கொடுத்த பரிசு, நூலகவியலின் தந்தை, அவர் வகுத்த ஐந்து விதிகள், தமிழில் மருத்துவ நூலை எழுதிய அமெரிக்கர், சிவலிங்க வடிவிலுள்ள ஓலைச்சுவடி நூல், திபெத்திய திபிதகம் என்று பல சுவையான தகவல்கள் இவ்வுரையாய்வு தேடலின் போது கிடைத்தன. இதையெல்லாம் காணொளியில் பார்க்கலாம். இந்த நூலகங்களுக்கு நேரில் சென்றும் காணலாம்.  

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Thursday, 5 January 2017

Books I read in 2016

This book list of what I read in 2016 in inspired by a similar list by Kishore Mahadevan (after prompts in earlier years by Ramanan Jagannathan and Jeyannathann Karunanithi )
First I list English books, by category. The Tamil books are listed at the end - a very short list, sadly.
I have blogged, recently, or in the past, about things i have learnt or enjoyed from these books. The web links marked in this essay are for such essays in my blogs NOT the books themselves.

History

  • The Age of Tirugnanasambanda by Sundaram Pillai
  • Ten Tamil Idylls by Sundaram Pillai
  • History of the Tamils by PT Srinivasa Iyengar
  • Pre Aryan Tamil Culture by PT Srinivasa Iyengar
  • Augustan Age of Tamils by S Krishnaswamy Iyengar
  • Origin of the Tamil Vellalas by Tamby Pillai
  • 2000 Years of Mamallapuram by NS Ramaswami
  • Pallava Art by Michael Lockwood
  • Seven pagodas on the Coromandel Coast by Captain MW Carr
  • Pattadakkal by ASI
  • Genghis Khan and the Making of the Modern world by Jack Weatherford
  • Kanchi - The City of temples by Narayanswami
  • Mamallapuram THT Site Seminar Source Book by S Swaminathan

History - (read parts)

  • Madras Literary Society by NS Ramaswami
  • South Indian Inscriptions Vol I
  • The Ancient Art of Writing (Selections from History of Chinese Calligraphy)
  • The Art and Aesthetics of Form (Selections from History of Chinese Painting)
  • The Penguin Book of Modern Indian speeches
  • The Story of the Stupa by AH Longhurst
  • Ancient history of the Deccan by Jouveau Dubreuil
  • The history of Tinnevelly by Robert Caldwell
  • Madras Journal of Literature and Science
  • A Short History of Russia by Mary Platt Parmele

Grammar (read parts)


Economics

Fiction

  • Around the Moon by Jules Verne
  • Five Weeks in a Balloon by Jules Verne
  • Five Little Pigs by Agatha Christie
  • Morality for Beautiful Girls by Alexander McCall Smith
  • The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
  • Tales from Kathasarit sagara (Amar Chitra Katha)
  • Great Sanskrit plays (Amar Chitra Katha)
  • Jataka Tales (Amar Chitra Katha)
  • Calvin and Hobbes (several books)

  • Panchatantra by Arthur Ryder (partly)
  • The Four Million by O Henry (partly)

Biography

  • Benjamin Franklin by Edmund Morgan
  • My Life and Work by Henry Ford
  • Edison, His Life and Inventions by Frank Lewis Dyer & Thomas Commerford Martin
  • James Watt by Andrew Carnegie
  • The Facebook Effect by David Kirkpatrick
  • Tubes by Andrew Blum
  • The Cavendish Laboratory by Egon Larsen
  • Creating the Twentieth Century by Vaclav Smil

Biology

  • The Panda's Thumb by Stephen Jay Gould
  • The Demon under the Microscope by Thomas Hager
  • Oxygen by Nick Lane
  • The Fossil Hunter by Shelley Emling

Biology (read partly)

  • Contributions to the theory of Natural Selection by Alfred Russel Wallace
  • On the study of Zoology by Thomas Henry Huxley
  • The Naturalist on the River Amazons by Henry Bates
  • Life's Engines: How Microbes made earth habitable by Paul Falkowski

General

  • How to Fail at almost everything and still win Big by Scott Adams
  • What I saw at the Revolution - My years in the Reagan era by Peggy Noonan

General (read partly)

  • Lives of the Ancient Grecians and Romans by Plutarch
  • The Spirit of Japan by Rabindranath Tagore
  • Dreams to Automobiles by Len Larson
  • The Early History of the Airplane by Orville and Wilbur Wright

Chemistry (all read partly)

  • Vital Forces by Graeme Hunter
  • Familiar Letters on Chemistry by Frieherr von Justus Leibig
  • Experiments and Observations on Different kinds of Air by Joseph Priestley
  • Elements of chemistry by Antoine Lavoisier

Tamil (all read partly)

  • Purananooru commentary by UVe Swaminatha Iyer
  • Silappadikaram commentary by UVe Swaminatha Iyer
  • Madrasapatnam by KRA Narasiah
  • Paalarril oru Pagarkanavu - essays by Kalki
  • Magaraajanai Iru - essays by Kalki
  • Mamallapuram 2010 by R Nagaswamy
  • Thillaiyil oru Kolllaikkaaran by Anusha Venkatesh
  • Payana Katturai - Mamallapuram - by Kalki
  • Pullamangai by S Vasanthi

I read quite a number of things online (several in Wikipedia), including long essays. Scott Adams' blog was perhaps the most mind-altering.