"My world has died. I write to mourn its passing." Booker Prize winner Arundhati Roy on India's Nuclear Bomb.
India has 3,600 big dams—they have devoured 50 million people already. Silently. Now it's the turn of the Narmada.
Arundhati Roy accepts B.G. Verghese's compliments on her poetic writing, but refutes his rebuttal of the randomly selected facts from her argument
Arundhati Roy explores the power politics that unites the indian elite, its big buisness and the Multinationals, endangering in the process not only the country's economy but also its real people.
"I am, apparently, a writer-activist. (Like a sofa-bed.) Why does that make me flinch?" asks Arundhati Roy. Because it suggests writers are too effete to come up with the clarity for debate. "Go and play with your toys, leave the real world to us," g
On January 2, 2001, five advocates filed a petition in the Supreme Court for contempt of court and 'attempt to murder', among other charges, against Arundhati Roy, Prashant Bhushan, lawyer for the NBA, and Medha Patkar. The SC has admitted the petiti
Who's she when she's at home?
So here we have it. The equivocating distinction between civilisation and savagery, between the 'massacre of innocent people' or, if you like, 'a clash of civilisations' and 'collateral damage'. The sophistry and fastidious algebra of Infinite Justic
The world doesn't have to choose between the Taliban and the US government. All the beauty of the world—literature, music, art—lies between these two fundamentalist poles.
When a country ceases to be merely a country and becomes an empire, then the scale of operations changes dramatically. ... I speak as a subject of the American Empire. I speak as a slave who presumes to criticise her king.
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