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A Reading by Akil Kumarasamy
The Bard Fiction Prize Winner reads from her work
Monday, April 4, 2022
2:00 pm – 3:00 pm EDT/GMT-4
Olin Humanities, Room 101
 [A Reading by Akil Kumarasamy] On Monday, April 4 at 2:00 pm in Olin 101, Akil Kumarasamy will read from her work. Presented by the Innovative Contemporary Fiction Reading Series, and introduced by Bard literature professor and novelist Bradford Morrow, the reading is free and open to the student body. Seating is limited. 

Akil Kumarasamy is the author of the story collection, Half Gods. She is the 2021 recipient of the Bard Fiction Prize and her debut novel, Meet Us by the Roaring Sea, is forthcoming with FSG in August 2022.

Praise for Akil Kumarasamy

“Kumarasamy writes with heart, wit, and an unflinching eye about the complexities of family, war, and finding one’s home.” —Sara Novic, Girl at War

“Kumarasamy’s prose is gorgeous and assured, capable of rendering both major tragedy and minor tragedy with care and precision.”
Publishers Weekly

“These are wonderful stories, finely poised, beautifully written, and brimming with a rare wisdom.” —Kanish Tharoor, Swimmer Among the Stars

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In Print

Vol. 82
Works & Days
Spring 2024
Bradford Morrow


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