“We’re literally Halloween together,” novelist and perfumer Tanwi Nandini Islam aka Tanaïs tells me as we sit in my living room, wrapped in conversation. She’s referring to our outfits: hers a pumpkin orange ribbed slip, mine a black and floral cheongsam salwar. Together, we are Halloween. Coyly, she adds, “this is The Craft, Bangla edition — bitch!”
I am in awe of Tanaïs, who coined her new moniker from the first two initials of her full name (Tanwi-Nandini-Islam) after she was selected in a roundup of “Muslim Woman Writers” last year. In the writer's words, the selection felt unthoughtful — lumping a bunch of folks together who shared a similar heritage, but potentially not much else.
The identification made no room for her complexity, her various (sometimes oppositional, she’s a Libra, ever-in-pursuit of balance) identities. Now, she goes by Tanaïs and sees it as a way of: “connecting to something that’s a more non-binary hegemonic space.” Tanaïs added, “we’re always being categorized, always being put into a box.”
But Tanaïs is uncategorizable — a multi-disciplinary artist through and through.