'I’m still trying to process my Indian experience and my surprise at discovering that there was another place in the world where I belonged, that felt like home. It was a strange experience, as residencies are, because on the one hand I was a tourist in the brash, exaggerated landscape of what Mark Twain called the ‘most extraordinary country that the sun visits on his rounds’ (Paine 1912:1013), and on the other I was isolated from the glare of that sun by my containment within the residency.' (Introduction)