Profile of Arundhati Roy
The Very Strange Story of the Attack on the Indian Parliament
Full text of the article, excerpts from which were broadcast on Radio 4's Today program on June 1 in the UK; text courtesy,
The vulnerable are being cordoned off and silenced. The vociferous are being incarcerated.
Judges in India are divine beings. And if you're an ex-CJI, your sins are above mortal reproach.
Gandhians with a Gun? Arundhati Roy plunges into the sea of Gondi people to find some answers...
What exactly does azadi mean to Kashmiris? Why can’t it be discussed? Since when have maps been sacrosanct?
"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.
Must we in our hypernationalism take a man who has already suffered enough and reduce him to fish bait? Can we—and our media—stop judging S.A.R. Geelani
Genocide, Denial And Celebration
It's an old human habit, genocide is. It's a search for lebensraum, project of Union and Progress.
Arundhati Roy's first work of fiction since The God of Small Things in 1997 is an allegory, a powerful fable about Climate Change, the War on Terror and Corporate Raj
It's the only thing the Kashmiri wants. Denial is delusion.
(And November isn't September)
A math question: How many soldiers will it take to contain the mounting rage of hundreds of millions of people?
At no point have I called the Maoists 'Gandhians with Guns'... Honestly, I am almost embarrassed to have to write this letter.
The peril of having your words rendered suspect and aired nationally