Posts By: Amitava Kumar

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 »

We, the Mistaken People

My piece for the New Yorker on the attacks on Indians living in America. On a September evening in 1987, Navroze Mody, a thirty-year-old Indian man living in Jersey City, went for drinks at the Gold Coast Café, in Hoboken. Later that night, after he left the bar, he was accosted on the street by… Read more »

Heart of Darkness

“Central India’s Ugly Fight for Environmental Justice.” That’s the title of my report from Bastar about a meeting organized by Soni Sori. If you threw a dart at the heart of India but your aim was off, a little low and to the right, you would hit the village of Matenar, in the administrative division… Read more »

Santosh Yadav Must Be Released #PressFreedom

The excellent Indian magazine, Caravan, has published a report I wrote on the repression of journalists in Bastar: “Yeh raat mein sapna dekh raha tha sarkar ke khilaaf,” Kamal Shukla, a veteran reporter said. I was travelling with him for a few days in Bastar, in December, and Shukla was describing the dire conditions journalists… Read more »