by Jessica Sequeira

My Seditious Heart – Arundhati Roy

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[Arundhati Roy] sees her political writing as an extension of her literary work and her identity as a writer — there is no “activist” in her separate from her writer self — which is perhaps also a comment on the false limits we tend to put on fiction.

The Geography of Rebels Trilogy – Maria Gabriela Llansol

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Life for Llansol, at least going by these books, seems to have been something more flowing and organic than even an agua viva of the “I” as Lispector defines it.

Transit Comet Eclipse – Muharem Bazdulj

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Are these characters mere wood for the burning furnance of an Auster-enamored author?