Arundhati Roy’s Prescient Anger

Reading “My Seditious Heart,” you feel as if Roy has been hollering for years, trying to grab our attention, and we’ve kept motoring on toward the edge of the cliff.

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Air vs Paper: World War Loo!

I asked Redway what he’d do if he went into a restroom and saw only a hand dryer. He started digging through the pocket of his coat. A jingle of keys emerged, then some coins, and finally, a crumpled sheet of paper towelling.  

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