Amita is a former translator and interpreter, now writer, entrepreneur and publisher. She wants not to write (or publish) polite novels that perpetuate crumbling Victorian notions about women not enjoying power, sex or intelligence. She wants not to have anything to do with high-poetic writing that smacks of lazy summer afternoons and all the lyrical claptrap that goes
with poor little rich girls complaining about the woes of womanhood. Amita wants to write hard, funny, vituperous fiction in stark opposition to the moanings of a self-pitying undersex that has nothing but uteruses and patriarchy to complain about. Amita grew up in India, the United States and Britain. She has studied foreign and Indian languages, English literature, traditional Indian music and acting. She likes cooking but hates travel. She has always been an aggressive tomboyish rabble-rouser, developing entirely to her own detriment, an angry, subversive and pretentious attitude about women’s writing and women’s struggles in the third world that she carries with her to this day. She often writes about her former profession and how hard it is to be angry while owning a snatch.
We hope you enjoy her books.