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Arundhati Roy

Geburtstag: 24. November 1961
Andere Namen:Suzanna Arundhati Roy

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Suzanna Arundhati Roy ist eine indische Schriftstellerin, politische Aktivistin und Globalisierungskritikerin. Ihr literarisches Werk umfasst den Roman „Der Gott der kleinen Dinge“, mehrere politische Sachbücher und zahlreiche Essays.

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„Der ganzen Welt ginge es besser ohne einen gewissen Mister Bush.“

—  Arundhati Roy
"DER SPIEGEL", 15/2003 Original engl.: "the whole world would be better off without a certain Mr. Bush." - Confrontimg Empire. Ansprache am 27. Januar 2003 auf dem World Social Forum, Porto Alegre. outlookindia.com 30. Januar 2003 http://www.outlookindia.com/article/Confronting-Empire/218738

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„Manche Dinge sind ihre eigene Strafe.“

—  Arundhati Roy
Der Gott der kleinen Dinge, S. 136. Übersetzer: Anette Grube. btb Goldmann Verlag März 2000, ISBN 3-442-44838-7

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„He is Karna, whom the world has abandoned. Karna Alone. Condemned goods. A prince raised in poverty. Born to die unfairly, unarmed and alone at the hands of his brother. Majestic in his complete despair. Praying on the banks of the Ganga. Stoned out of his skull.
Then Kunti appeared. She too was a man, but a man grown soft and womanly, a man with breasts, from doing female parts for years. Her movements were fluid. Full of women. Kunti, too, was stoned. High on the same shared joints. She had come to tell Karna a story.
Karna inclined his beautiful head and listened.
Red-eyed, Kunti danced for him. She told him of a young woman who had been granted a boon. A secret mantra that she could use to choose a lover from among the gods. Of how, with the imprudence of youth, the woman decided to test it to see if it really worked. How she stood alone in an empty field, turned her face to the heavens and recited the mantra. The words had scarcely left her foolish lips, Kunti said, when Surya, the God of Day, appeared before her. The young woman, bewitched by the beauty of the shimmering young god, gave herself to him. Nine months later she bore him a son. The baby was born sheathed in light, with gold earrings in his ears and a gold breastplate on his chest, engraved with the emblem of the sun.
The young mother loved her first-born son deeply, Kunti said, but she was unmarried and couldn't keep him. She put him in a reed basket and cast him away in a river. The child was found downriver by Adhirata, a charioteer. And named Karna.
Karna looked up to Kunti. Who was she? Who was my mother? Tell me where she is. Take me to her.
Kunti bowed her head. She's here, she said. Standing before you.
Karna's elation and anger at the revelation. His dance of confusion and despair. Where were you, he asked her, when I needed you the most? Did you ever hold me in your arms? Did you feed me? Did you ever look for me? Did you wonder where I might be?
In reply Kunti took the regal face in her hands, green the face, red the eyes, and kissed him on his brow. Karna shuddered in delight. A warrior reduced to infancy. The ecstasy of that kiss. He dispatched it to the ends of his body. To his toes. His fingertips. His lovely mother's kiss. Did you know how much I missed you? Rahel could see it coursing through his veins, as clearly as an egg travelling down an ostrich's neck.
A travelling kiss whose journey was cut short by dismay when Karna realised that his mother had revealed herself to him only to secure the safety of her five other, more beloved sons - the Pandavas - poised on the brink of their epic battle with their one hundred cousins. It is them that Kunti sought to protect by announcing to Karna that she was his mother. She had a promise to extract.
She invoked the Love Laws.“

—  Arundhati Roy
pages 232-233.

„Kashmir has never been an integral part of India. It is a historical fact. Even the Indian government has accepted this.“

—  Arundhati Roy
The Guardian, Arundhati Roy https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2010/oct/28/arundhati-roy-india-kashmir-bjp

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