The proposal – wrapped in righteousness to veil its misogynist bigoted core – is a perfect example of sanity-eroding wickedness posing as ‘policy.’  

Fundamentalists the world over share this common terror of the female body existing in its own right.

Daisy Rockwell’s translation of Geetanjali Shree's second Hindi novel brims with heart and craft. She respects the linguistic complexity of the original.

As politics of hate relentlessly lengthens over young people’s dreams today, Tabish Khair’s Filming: A Love Story, set in a time 100 years ago, feels uncannily relevant.

The intensity of grief and outrage when a horrific rape happens ‘even here’ ‘even to someone like her’ as in RG Kar case, is stark because – unlike Soni Sori, Ankita Bhandari and Bilkis Bano whom we could swiftly other – we must now grieve for our own selves, for all the silences, discountings, denials we took in stride, to keep the illusion of safety intact.

Right now, the colossal irony is this: the story of the author's life is a straight line of moral failure. Alice Munro chose her husband over the daughter he sexually abused.

"Aside from the pleasure of merely describing, what fuels my writing is this extraordinarily complex animal called human being, a very helplessly non-innocent animal. The novelist must speak the truth," said Kannanari, in an interview with The Wire.

‘Chronicle of an Hour and a Half’ announces the arrival of a writer whose deep engagement with truth is set off by an equally sensuous delight in language.

I did not find Alice Munro’s house in time-warped Wingham. But I discovered a little more about her stories and the essence of life itself.

Shekhar suggests that a direct translation of Manoj Rupda’s book, 'Kale Adhyay', to 'Dark Chapters', might not have been as effective. He explains that 'I Named My Sister Silence' provides readers with a hint of what to expect in the novel.