At that time, I had done small things but was living in Australia, having just finished a doctoral dissertation in Canada. I came back to Australia where I could legally work-- my parents had taken a decision to emigrate to Australia and then returned to India after a year. I then went there looking just for money. I had some money saved from my fellowship that saw me through the thesis on a particular Caribbean writer. I probably wouldn't have finished that thesis except I happened to meet this writer, truly a writer of genius. A man for whom I have great regard. His name is Wilson Harris. The moment I say that, people say "Who?" Anyway, he's a great writer--the greatest writer to come out of the Caribbean, bar none He's a couple of years older than Naipaul, but in another league. He's a poet who writes prose, who writes novels. I mean, the line is not broken up on the page between poetry and prose. Nowhere as well-known as Naipaul--he has small groups of devoted followers all over the world. People are willing to sit with his works--very difficult to read. But it's like one of those pictures where there's no point until you focus on it, and suddenly you see other things in it.