In 1923, my great aunt Kathi was a world-traveling bon-vivant coquette, a marriage-hating bisexual (not quite Anne Lister Gentleman Jack), fierce, sad, lost, found, no fan of ugly legs, a ship-wreck survivor, a WW1-horrors witness. These are her words.
i am a rolling stone writer and contributing editor but that's not what this substack is about.
Updates on India House, a novel on the origins of the Indian freedom struggle.