Over the past week, I returned to my favorite genre—science fiction. A duology that had earned critical acclaim was waiting on my shelf, and I thought a space opera that ends in two books would be a manageable read. So I picked up A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine—the first of the Teixcalaan…
The market flirted with happiness this month—only to forget why it was smiling in the first place. We are back to where we were at the end of May 2025, and we have been there for quite some time now. This month it felt like that Mr. Market has finally thought enough is enough,…
I was really waiting for this one. Ever since I heard Dan Brown had a new thriller coming, I’d been waiting. Got this as soon as it showed up in bookstores. Robert Langdon and his symbology. He dazzles, he races, he illuminates ancient texts with modern light. And yet, in The Secret of Secrets,…
Friend Trump turns Bully Trump. That, it seems, has been the story of August. Last month, I said what goes up must come down, and the reasons—only God knows. Now, I suspect Mr. Market might also know a thing or two. It just doesn’t always become apparent to us mere mortals. Suddenly, Trump seems…
I picked up Helgoland thinking it would be a book about physics. Equations, experiments, and the occasional anecdote about eccentric scientists. What I didn’t expect was a philosophical detour into the very nature of being. Rovelli gave me all the quantum mechanics I’d hoped for—but layered beneath it, like a whisper through a canyon,…
There’s pulp. There’s drama. And then there’s the cover of Nagraj ka Insaaf. William stands in shadowy triumph. Florida dangles above an octopus tank. And Nagraj, the eternal green warrior, fends off a mace-wielding monster. It’s all there: excess, spectacle, tension. And it works. You have seen Telo in the previous comic book. Here…
If Khooni Khoj was about shadows and whispers, Khooni Yatra is about noise. It is built on Steel, Muscle and Teeth. Gone is the slow burn of dread. This is a comic that screams, and right from the cover. Nagraj mid-fight, Florida and Don in improbable swimsuits taking down dogs, and a magician-figure (you…
After five comics, Nagraj has fought shapeshifters, mind control, gangsters in Assam, and a full-scale crime syndicate. He has broken through brainwashing, outwitted the machinations of professors and monks, and returned from his own grave. But in Khooni Khoj, he does something rare—he searches. This sixth entry feels different. We are no longer in…
On how one Hunger Games prequel reopened a door I thought was closed… I didn’t love The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes book. When I read it at release, I was curious but skeptical about a Hunger Games prequel. Coriolanus Snow, after all, enters The Hunger Games trilogy as a fully-formed tyrant—an immaculate suit,…
Michael Connelly has long kept a steady rhythm — one novel a year, usually in October, often centered around Harry Bosch or Renée Ballard. Or, more infrequently around The Lincoln Lawyer. But Nightshade broke that rhythm. It arrived early. Unexpectedly. And with a new voice. Garrett Stillwell isn’t LAPD. He’s with the LA County…