Roy’s fifth novel, ‘The Earthspinner’, was published in 2021. She spoke with Janet Rodriguez for an interview published in August 2022 in The Rumpus.
Three questions & responses from the interview—
(on writing poetry)
Rumpus: Your words are so elegant, I am sure you write poetry . . .
Roy: I don’t write poetry, actually! I have never been able to, but I have always read poetry.
(on identity and loss)
Rumpus: Regardless of how you categorize the book, The Earthspinner is a deeply gorgeous work of fiction. I found it to be filled, like your other books, with themes of identity and loss. Why do you think these show up in your writing?
Roy: A poem I used to know almost line for line was Elizabeth Bishop’s witty and wise “One Art” where she goes from the loss of inconsequential objects to the great, irreparable loss, of someone she loves. The fear of loss, the inevitability of loss—it’s a universal theme. As for identity, this has become so politically charged for most of us in the world these last few years that it’s difficult to escape addressing it.
(on relationships across religious divides)
Rumpus: Sara remembers the time of this violent upheaval as the same time she learns how to spin pottery. In her small village, a Hindu man named Elango, the local artisan potter, agrees to mentor her. Elango is in love with a Muslim woman, Zohra, which is another politically charged issue. There’s a Romeo and Juliet quality in Elango and Zohra, isn’t there? They almost don’t understand the danger of their union, do they?
Roy: Everyone who lives in India is aware of the extreme danger of loving across the religious divide, and yet people do it. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed since Shakespearean times. Elango knows the dangers in relation to Zohra but carries on anyway.
Which is simply to say, IMHO, Anuradha Roy is well worth a read. Below, from ‘Sleeping on Jupiter’:
He had idled near the temple for only a little while when Hari, another temple guide, tapped his arm saying, “Bhai, Badal. I need to leave – something urgent – and I’ve two people waiting for me. You take them to the temple, give them a quick round.”
Luck appeared to be on his side. It had to do with his early morning glimpse of shirtless Raghu, he was certain. Or perhaps it was those ten rupees and prayers at the old woman’s shrine. He remained carefully unsmiling and continued chewing his samosa. Between bites he said, “I’ve no time, got another group soon. And in the afternoon I need to get home.” He had no work till evening, but Hari did not need to know that. He looked towards the temple gates. he must not let Hari’s clients escape. He had to slow it down to extract as much as he could from Hari, but not too much.