Mohsin Hamid
Mohsin Hamid
Mohsin Hamidis a British Pakistani novelist and writer. His novels are Moth Smoke, The Reluctant Fundamentalist, and How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia...
NationalityPakistani
ProfessionWriter
CountryPakistan
book echoes ambiguity
Oftentimes I deliberately put ambiguity into my books so that... the reader is left with an echo of: 'How much of this was from me?'
literature helping
Literature helps us transcend ourselves.
self imagine easy
If your sense of self is destabilised, to imagine being another becomes pretty easy.
vanity guy comfort
I'm not sure if guys are supposed to read Vanity Fair. I feel very metrosexual with it but am not sure it's in my comfort zone.
book taj-mahal painting
I'd rather create a miniature painting than a Taj Mahal of a book.
strong thinking asia
I think there's really strong social stratification in South Asia.
wife soldier perception
Childbirth changed my perception of my wife. She was now the bloodied special forces soldier who had fought and risked everything for our family.
eye my-own paid
I was, in my own eyes, a veritable James Bond — only younger, darker, and possibly better paid.
people different analysis
Lived religion is a very different thing from strict textual analysis. Very few people of any faith live their lives as literalist interpretations of scripture.
thinking people common
I think the most effective forms of critique are ones that establish a common ground for people to occupy, and then appeal to the best nature of people on that common ground.
terrorism natural strikes
When terrorism strikes, divisive anger is a natural response.
dirty men white
Yes, Manila had its slums; one saw them on the drive from the airport: vast districts of men in dirty white undershirts lounging idly in front of auto-repair shops - like a poorer version of the 1950s America depicted in such films as Grease.
tourists nomad feels
When I travel, I feel more like a nomad than a tourist.
growing-up boys poverty
I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy's sense of longing, in my case not for what my family had never had, but for what we had had and lost.