My deadline sheet reminds me that I’m contracted to write an article on Arundhati Roy. And the book I’ve gifted the most has got to be her novel, The God of Small Things. I certainly agree with her on the Narmada Dam issue; I even stuck by her when her rhetoric got annoyingly shrill. So my dismay at Roy’s all-over-the-place article in The Guardian is tinged with much sadness and disappointment.
The saddest irony of all is that in an essay that criticizes the misinformation spread by various sources within Indian government, Roy’s own rage makes her incoherent, speculative and rife with cliché. A difficult and not particularly edifying read, but here goes zilch.
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