The pub date for Immigrant, Montana is July 31. We will be celebrating at Greenlight Bookstore in Brooklyn, where I will be in conversation with Jennifer Egan at 7 PM. Over the next couple days I will be appearing at two other bookstores. See below. Will add more information here later. Thank you. Tuesday,… Read more »
Posts By: Amitava Kumar
Vanity Fair recommends Immigrant, Montana. Check out “This Season’s Ultimate Fiction List.”
I’m grateful for this starred review of Immigrant, Montana from Publisher’s Weekly. Full review here.
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 »
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.
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.
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 »
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 »
I have returned to my hometown to read from The Lovers as a part of a #BiharKalam event.
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