Read the NY Times article about the Indian writer, Arundhati Roy
(The March 11 Compassionate Living Tip from Interfaith Paths to Peace)
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/03/09/magazine/arundhati-roy-the-not-so-reluctant-renegade.html?hp&_r=0
Arundhati Roy, the Not-So-Reluctant Renegade
By SIDDHARTHA DEB MARCH 5, 2014
“I’ve always been slightly short with people who say, ‘You haven’t written
anything again,’ as if all the nonfiction I’ve written is not writing,”
Arundhati Roy said.
It was July, and we were sitting in Roy’s living room, the windows
closed against the heat of the Delhi summer. Delhi might be roiled over a
slowing economy, rising crimes against women and the coming elections,
but in Jor Bagh, an upscale residential area across from the 16th-century
tombs of the Lodi Gardens, things were quiet. Roy’s dog, Filthy, a stray,
slept on the floor, her belly rising and falling rhythmically. The melancholy
cry of a bird pierced the air. “That’s a hornbill,” Roy said, looking
reflective.
Roy, perhaps best known for “The God of Small Things,” her novel
about relationships that cross lines of caste, class and religion, one of
which leads to murder while another culminates in incest, had only
recently turned again to fiction. It was another novel, but she was keeping
the subject secret for now. She was still trying to shake herself free of her
nearly two-decade-long role as an activist and public intellectual and
spoke, with some reluctance, of one “last commitment.” It was more
daring than her attacks on India’s occupation of Kashmir, the American
wars in Iraq and Afghanistan or crony capitalism. This time, she had taken
on Mahatma Gandhi.
(Read more at the link above)
(The March 11 Compassionate Living Tip from Interfaith Paths to Peace)
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/03/09/magazine/arundhati-roy-the-not-so-reluctant-renegade.html?hp&_r=0
Arundhati Roy, the Not-So-Reluctant Renegade
By SIDDHARTHA DEB MARCH 5, 2014
“I’ve always been slightly short with people who say, ‘You haven’t written
anything again,’ as if all the nonfiction I’ve written is not writing,”
Arundhati Roy said.
It was July, and we were sitting in Roy’s living room, the windows
closed against the heat of the Delhi summer. Delhi might be roiled over a
slowing economy, rising crimes against women and the coming elections,
but in Jor Bagh, an upscale residential area across from the 16th-century
tombs of the Lodi Gardens, things were quiet. Roy’s dog, Filthy, a stray,
slept on the floor, her belly rising and falling rhythmically. The melancholy
cry of a bird pierced the air. “That’s a hornbill,” Roy said, looking
reflective.
Roy, perhaps best known for “The God of Small Things,” her novel
about relationships that cross lines of caste, class and religion, one of
which leads to murder while another culminates in incest, had only
recently turned again to fiction. It was another novel, but she was keeping
the subject secret for now. She was still trying to shake herself free of her
nearly two-decade-long role as an activist and public intellectual and
spoke, with some reluctance, of one “last commitment.” It was more
daring than her attacks on India’s occupation of Kashmir, the American
wars in Iraq and Afghanistan or crony capitalism. This time, she had taken
on Mahatma Gandhi.
(Read more at the link above)
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