Posts By: Amitava Kumar


  Over at Instagram, I’m engaged in a personal curatorial project: I’m looking at my old notebooks, some as much as twenty years old, and the clippings I have made about writers or about writing. I take a picture of the page and then erase what I think is less important. This is editorial work… Read more »

Love Poems

  I have a new piece for The New Yorker’s Page-Turner: I am trying now to remember when it was that I stopped thinking of myself as a new immigrant. Please read the entire piece here.

Faber cover

I’m very pleased to share the cover of my novel’s Faber edition. It captures some of the rowdy energy and violence of the narrative. Cover design by Alex Kirby.

Confessions of a Beef-Eater

I have a piece in this week’s The Nation a special issue on food. I’ll confess to the sin of beef eating in a moment. let me first confess to the sin of not having a true knowledge of science. In May of this year, Justice Mahesh Chandra Sharma of the Rajasthan High Court suggested… Read more »

A Man Is Being Killed

On the anniversary of the lynching of Mohammad Akhlaq in Dadri, I wrote a brief prose-poem which was published by The Wire: A lot of life is left in a man being killed. He does not at first foresee the end. He knows, of course, that anything can happen. When it begins his only worry… Read more »

In Patna

I have returned to my hometown to read from The Lovers as a part of a #BiharKalam event.

Two Or Three Things I Know About Her

Here’s what I remember about the love-stories I like–I wrote this in a piece for DailyO: Let’s talk about favourite lines. That is, let’s talk about what one loves. Here is a favourite line of mine from a short-story by Junot Diaz: “The half-life of love is forever.” More

Heat of Life

My brief piece for the Chronicle of Higher Ed’s Lingua Franca on Matthew Desmond’s Evicted. This book won the Pulitzer Prize for general nonfiction in 2017. In an author’s note, Desmond has written that often the very people he was studying taught him how to see. Nevertheless, he missed much, at least at first, “not… Read more »

The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

  My review of Arundhati Roy’s novel The Ministry of Utmost Happiness in Bookforum: On the morning of June 9, 2012, Avtar Singh called 911 in Selma, California, to say that he had killed his family and was about to turn the gun on himself. When the police reached his house, they sent in a… Read more »