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Anuradha Roy is a writer and potter. She is the author of five novels and one work of non-fiction. Her first book, An Atlas of Impossible Longing, was translated into sixteen languages and was voted Book of the Year in a number of places, including Washington Post, Seattle Times, and Huffington Post. It was Editor's Choice, New York Times. Sleeping on Jupiter, her third novel, won the DSC Prize for Fiction 2016 and was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2015. All the Lives We Never Lived won the 2022 Sahitya Akademi Award, one of India's highest literary honours, and was shortlisted for the International Dublin Literary Award. Her latest book, Called by the Hills, is about the Himalayan town she lives in and is illustrated with her own watercolours.

Anuradha Roy was a Resident at the Maison des Écrivains Étrangers et des Traducteurs (the Foreign Writers and Translators House) at St-Nazaire, France in 2022, and has been a visiting speaker at Cornell and Cordoba Universities. In summer 2023 she was guest speaker at the Oxbelly Writer's Retreat in Messinia, Greece, and in autumn 2023, she was a writing fellow at the Hawthornden Foundation's Casa Ecco in Lake Como, Italy. She has appeared at literary events all over the world and on the BBC, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, and other television and radio channels.

Roy's other honours and awards include the Tata Literature Live! Book of the Year, the Economist Crossword Prize, and the Sushila Devi Prize 2022. In 2020, Anuradha was conferred the Nilimarani Sahitya Samman for Outstanding Contribution to Indian Literature. Her non-fiction has been published in magazines such as Guardian, Paris Review, LitHub, Daily Beast, Hindu, Indian Express, Vittles, Noema, Freeman's, and in books such as Tales of Two Planets (ed John Freeman) and Aam Aastha: Indian Devotions (with Charles Fréger and Catherine Clemént).

Roy lives in Ranikhet, where she is a graphic designer at Permanent Black, a scholarly press she runs with her partner, Rukun Advani, and four dogs.


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