A NEW NOVEL OF INCELS, INFLUENCERS AND AK-47S EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT FROM THE WOMEN'S PRIZE-SHORTLISTED POET AND PROVOCATEUR 'A one-woman, agitprop literary-political movement' INDEPENDENT I mute the audio before replaying it frame by frame - in dread, in desperation. I watch the video four times. It is not me. It is my fucking face. Amrita Chaturvedi goes by Amy. Amy identifies as a communist on Twitter (her bio omits a cameo on reality TV and millionaire daddy who runs the show at Delhi High Court). When a deepfake porno of her 'forwarded many times' by WhatsApp aunties goes viral, the truth finally catches up. On her birthday, Amy is battling a stoning in the digital town square that could cancel even Kim Kardashian. Her executioners? An unhinged cartel of virgins styling themselves after V for Vendetta - except these keyboard warriors are on a merciless crusade to eradicate desi jezebels and Make India Hindu Again. A muscular work where the online turns offline turns bloody, this is not a novel you read but a novel that reads you. *Fieldwork as a Sex Object*asks every one of us how much we're prepared to risk for our principles. 'Courageous and brave' STYLIST 'One of fiction's most fiery and unclassifiable' GUARDIAN 'Her prose is electric, at once brave and poetic and satirical' PARIS REVIEW