Ravi Subramanian: Guns don’t kill people, bad prose does
It’s one of the most clichéd pieces of advice given to new authors of fiction, both literary and commercial. Write what you know. It’s good advice; one of the worst things a new author can do is seem inauthentic. Indian commercial writers certainly follow it to the T, with a conveyor belt of engineers writing about being engineers, bankers writing about being bankers, college students writing about being college students.
In Bankerupt, his sixth book (in six years; “If you want your books to be read, you have to constantly be producing work,” he says), banker-author Ravi Subramanian drifts from Twain’s maxim by penning a tale that, despite its title, has only a tangential connection to banking. Instead, it is about two subjects that Subramanian cannot legitimately claim toknow: the murky US debate on gun rights and the murkier waters of the politics in American academia.