She was feted as a symbol of an ascending India, paraded along with bomb makers and beauty queens. It is almost impossible to see Roy clearly through the haze of adulation, condescension, outrage, and celebrity that has enveloped her since the publication of The God of Small Things, a gothic about an illicit intercaste romance in South India. She knew her life would explode-“I’d pay a heavy price.”
She knew she was on the cusp of cataclysmic fame, she later said an interview.
She was a fish being ripped from the water by a bony emerald hand. On the night she won the Booker Prize in 1997 for her novel, The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy had a strange and frightening dream.
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