“Khair writes brilliantly… Unmissable,” – The Times (UK);
“Irreverent, intelligent, and explosive,” – The Independent (UK);
“For a book so concise and witty, it is also surprisingly textured,”– The New Republic (USA);
“The picture that emerges may sear your soul much like your all-time favourite film,” – India Today;
“Ingenious and mischievous,” – The New Yorker.
“Intelligent and argumentative,” – London Review of Books.
Newest Books
Tabish Khair is a poet, novelist and critic from India. His major books include The Thing About Thugs, How to Fight Islamist Terror from the Missionary Position, and The Bus Stopped. He resides in a village outside Aarhus, Denmark where he teaches English literature at Aarhus University.
Namaste Trump and Other Stories
A collection of other stories from shining India—those not often told. My first collection of stories is out in USA: https://www.interlinkbooks.com/product/namaste-trump-and-other-stories/ ... and has received a couple of early reviews: https://www.publishersweekly.com/9781623717483 https://www.shelf-awareness.com/sar-issue.html?issue=1184#m22035 “[A] magnificent collection … Indian poet, essayist, and author Tabish Khair nimbly interrogates relationships both enabled and sundered by religious and socioeconomic divides in Namaste Trump & Other Stories … Khair proves to be an elegant, diligent conduit for all of his characters, as he records incidents of [...]
The Body by the Shore
A novel of suspense and intrigue set in the post-pandemic world Harris Malouf, a killer with an erased official past, now in his fifties, is visited by someone who could not be alive and given an assignment. In Aarhus, Denmark, Jens Erik, police officer on pre-retirement leave, somehow cannot forget the body of a Black man recovered from the sea some years ago. On an abandoned oil rig in the North Sea, turned into a resort for the very rich, [...]
To H.C. Andersen
Outside the walls you crashed with Danish words,
I hold a match between finger and thumb;
Its burning opens no door, no passage.
I can almost make sense in your language:
I’m no bewitched mermaid; I have my tongue,
And poems flutter in its cage like birds.
Outside the walls you crashed with Danish words,
I hold a match between finger and thumb;
Its burning opens no door, no passage.
I can almost make sense in your language:
I’m no bewitched mermaid; I have my tongue,
And poems flutter in its cage like birds.