![]() ![]() Desani, the stream-of-consciousness movement, in college.Īt 17, though, Roy’s exotic medley of words felt like a sensory overload. By the time I finished it, I was smitten.Īlso read: Regina Spektor’s anti-folk music stirs emotionsĪs a greenhorn in the world of literary fiction, I had never encountered language as fresh and magical as Roy’s-a whole new vocabulary of nonce words and coinages whose echoes and antecedents I would learn to identify much later, when I formally studied Laurence Sterne, James Joyce, G.V. ![]() In those days, hardback fiction in English was way beyond my budget but I persuaded my father to get me a copy. ![]() Roy’s smiling face, framed by her then curly mane of hair, appeared in newspapers and magazines. After all, she was one of “us”, born to a Bengali father and Syrian Christian mother, even though she had grown up mostly in Kerala and lived in Delhi. I had a passing familiarity with the Booker Prize but the dailies in Kolkata, where I lived then, made sure that all and sundry appreciated the enormity of Arundhati Roy’s win. In 1997, when The God Of Small Things was published, I was in high school. ![]()
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