Mother Mary Comes To Me
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Arundhati Roy
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Arundhati Roy
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The incredible first memoir from the Booker-winning radical icon Arundhati Roy, author of The God of Small Things
Arundhati Roy’s first work of memoir, this is a soaring account, both intimate and inspiring, of how the author became the person and the writer she is, shaped by circumstance, but above all by her relationship to her extraordinary, singular mother Mary, who she describes as ‘my shelter and my storm’.
Distraught and even a “little ashamed” at the intensity of her response to the death of the mother she ran from at age eighteen, Arundhati began to write Mother Mary Comes to Me. The result is this astonishing, disconcerting, surprisingly funny chronicle—unique and simultaneously universal, of the author’s life, from childhood to the present, from Kerala to Delhi.
With the scale, sweep, and depth of her novels and the passion, political clarity, and warmth of her essays, Mother Mary Comes to Me is an ode to freedom, a tribute to thorny love and savage grace—a memoir like no other.
'Brave and absorbing' Guardian
'Beautifully written...It's a total pleasure to spend time with Arundhati Roy's mind and memory in this funny, wise, candid and perceptive memoir.' Independent, 'Book of the Month' (5 stars)
'The best piece of non-fiction she has ever written' The Telegraph
© Arundhati Roy 2025 (P) Penguin Audio 2025
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Incredible, Moving
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Mother Mary Comes to Me
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An enthralling read
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A tribute to her mother
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The author suggests we read it like a novel, but to me it read like a love letter—the kind you write with the knowledge that the beloved it’s written for will never read it. It moves harness-free, gliding, uncontained. It doesn’t explain itself or ask permission.
Rahel, Estha, Ammu, Chacko,
Anjum, Dayachand, Musa. I’ve always wondered how they came about. Through this book , you can to revisit them and understand their genesis.
Love is a complex beast. Hers is tangled with memory, longing, loss, and truth. It is sentimental, untethered, vulnerable and sometimes uncomfortably honest.
You may disagree with her politics, but you cannot disagree with her prowess as a writer. Arundhati needs no other adjectives—not Indian, not female. Just simply Brilliant.
The Audible version is read by the author herself . My problem with Audible version is I can’t hug the book at the end and sob into it!!
However, Arundhati’s honest, elegant, evocative narration more than makes up for it. If you listen closely, you can hear her quiver, tremble and tears. Her faltering voice in the last passage will stay with me for life. ❤️♥️
Arundhati, thank you for your vulnerability and generosity.
Love,
Kanchan
Uncontainable Vulnerability
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