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The God of Small Things

This novel delves into the complex relationships and societal dynamics within a family in India, intertwining themes of love, loss, and political turmoil. more

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Arundhati Roy
Arundhati Roy

Arundhati Roy is an Indian author best known for her novel 'The God of Small Things', which won the Booker Prize in 1997. Her works often explore social and political issues such as class, race, and gender. more

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