Rudrani Rana is attending a book festival. She's brought with her a canvas bag which contains the labour of her life - an unsubmitted manuscript written and re-written until only the sentence 'my body is a haunted house' remains untouched. Partly a love letter to one of the great literary shows on earth, partly a satire about the glittery set that throngs this literary venue year in year out, and partly an ode to the millions of aspiring writers who inhabit literary festivals, 'Jaipur Journals' provides incisive insights into what makes a literary festival tick.