Sublime

Arundhati Roy writes of “the dismantling of the Big—big bombs, big dams, big ideologies, big contradictions, big heroes, big mistakes. Perhaps it will be the Century of the Small.”

A leper with soiled bandages begged at the

He, a revolutionary trapped in an accountant’s mind. She, a woman trapped in a man’s body. He, raging at a world in which the balance sheets did not tally. She, raging at her glands, her organs, her skin, the texture of her hair, the width of her shoulders, the timbre of her voice. He, fighting for a way to impose fiscal integrity on a decaying sys

This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.

public pronouncements about fighting against the establishment.

entire society twisted to serve the interests of its most powerful group.