I realised after I had made the list for the books I was going to include this time that all of them were either autobiography or narrative non-fiction. This is a pleasant departure for me, since my leisure reading is almost always fiction, but I had made a resolution last year to add more non-fiction to my list. Do memoirs count as non-fiction? They’re mostly stories — and the gold standard for non-fiction are those heavy-with-research tomes which are still light and readable. I buy them with every good intention and, a few months later, they’re paperweights or are propping up my projector. Oh well. These three books should help ease you into that set if you’re a fellow fictionhead too.

Water cooler

We’re all thinking it: how does an author like Ruskin Bond, who writes about unstylish things like walking in the hills and rooms on roofs, stay so enduringly popular? He doesn’t even do the litfest circuits, even though, from all accounts, he’s unfailingly pleasant and generous with his time if you meet him in person. And yet, this year saw not one, not two, but three memoir-y books by Bond: a reading memoir, recollections of his father, and the one everyone’s talking about, Lone Fox Dancing, his straight-up autobiography. I’ve been a Bond fan since I was little and he was twice a “required reading” book on my school syllabus, but having long outgrown the markets and vistas he talks about, it was almost like a reunion for me, it had been so long since we had last met.

Lone Fox Dancing is marked by Bond’s quiet style, the people are real and well-described, the story meanders from plot point to plot point like a gentle river, and all of it so vivid and so real, it’s like it happened yesterday. Through it the reader also gets a sense of Bond’s intense loneliness: the child practically abandoned by his mother, who creates a new family for herself, the beloved father who dies young, the young student in search of love and, finally, the adult who retreats into isolation by choice.

Watchlist

The biggest news to hit my social media feed recently was the case of Zohra Bibi, a domestic worker at a building society in Noida, who didn’t go home one night because she had allegedly been locked in a room by her employers. Her friends and neighbours rose en masse, FIRs were filed, and think pieces abounded. About the perfect time to read Tripti Lahiri’s new book: Maid in India: Stories of Inequality and Opportunity Inside Our Homes. Lahiri speaks to the employers as well as the workers, cutting a neat cross-section across the country: from the villages the women have left to make new homes in the cities, to the quiet, birdsong-filled mansions of Lutyen’s Delhi.

I wish she had spoken to more of the male workers — the drivers, the “man Fridays” and so on, but I suppose that would have been a different sort of book. As with all texts and stories about “the help” in India, you’ll probably be left feeling guilty and defensive or smug and “I do what I can”, but it’s also worth examining your own responses to the book to figure out how the great inequality that exists in India works on you.

Wayback

Since I made this list thinking of memoirs, I’m recommending one of my all-time favourite autobiographies as the nostalgia pick for this week. I got put on to Agatha Christie’s An Autobiography from a Facebook post made by a friend, instantly got it for my Kindle and spent the next week (it’s gloriously fat) wrapped up in Christieland. Even non-mystery lovers will find things to love about her recollections of a Victorian childhood, growing up during the war, her house and pets and sister, the minutiae of life that is so engaging when you’re reading about someone else’s. The mysterious years when she just vanished — after her first husband left her — are never alluded to, but there’s plenty about how she worked during the war in the pharmacy of a hospital and thereby got acquainted with all the poisons she puts into her mysteries. Also, about how much she hated Hercule Poirot.

Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan is the author of five books with a sixth, The One Who Swam With The Fishes, out now in bookstores; @reddymadhavan

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